It sits above the mantle, on a couple rusty nails,
It aint worth a lot of money, and it damn sure aint for sale
The good lord only knows all the stories it could tell,
Granddaddy's gun
He bought it new out of the sears and robuck catalog
And it shot a many shells over the back of an old bird dog
And it backed a burglar down when grandma took the safety off
Granddaddy's gun.
Chorus
It's just an old double barrel twelve
The stock is cracked and it kicks like hell
It wouldn't mean what it means to me to no one
Cause I can still hear his voice when I put it to my shoulder
A guns like a woman son it's all how you hold her
He taught me a whole lot more than how to hunt
And one of these days I'll pass it on to my grandson
My Granddaddy's Gun
That old man gave it to me on the day I turned thirteen
With a half shot box of shells and a kit to keep it clean
I keep a picture in the case of that sweet old man and me
And Granddaddy's gun
Chorus
It's just an old double barrel twelve
The stock is cracked and it kicks like hell
It wouldn't mean what it means to me to no one
Cause I can still hear his voice when I put it to my shoulder
A guns like a woman son it's all how you hold her
He taught me a whole lot more than how to hunt
And one of these days I'll pass it on to my grandson
My Granddaddy's Gun
solo
There's a long beard hanging on the livin' room wall
That I got with a box call and Granddaddy's gun
There's a shot up sign out there on forty nine
That me and billy joe shot up one night
With granddaddy's gun
It sets above the mantel on a couple rusty nails
It aint worth a lot of money and it damn sure ain't for sale
