We don?t call 911, where we come from,
We still cling to our God and our gun.
We were taught to stand our ground and not to run,
No, we don?t call 911, where we come from.
Verse 1
Some friends from the big city stopped by our old country home,
He said, ?Ain?t you afraid of living, way out here all alone??
?That?s just the way we were raised,? I said, and all we?ve ever known.
Hell, I can still remember, when we had no telephone.
We don?t call 911, where we come from,
We still cling to our God and our gun.
We were taught to stand our ground and not to run,
No, we don?t call 911, where we come from.
Verse 2
This young gal of 80-years was on the Late-Night TV News,
And the people in her viewing her, well they all seen the news.
They said she was a hero, when she caught some local bum,
As he was crawling through her window, and he met her big shotgun.
We don?t call 911, where we come from,
We still cling to our God and our gun.
We were taught to stand our ground and not to run,
No, we don?t call 911, where we come from.
Instrumental
We don?t call 911, where we come from,
We still cling to our God and our gun.
We were taught to stand our ground and not to run,
No, we don?t call 911, where we come from.
We don?t call 911, where we come from,
We still cling to our God and our gun.
We were taught to stand our ground and not to run, son.
No, we don?t call 911, where we come from.
Outro
We were taught to stand our ground and not to run, son.
No, we don?t call 911, where we come from.