They are little more than a few old guns handed down the line.
Once owned by my Nana and Papa, but now they are mine.
They've been all the way to Utah, then back home to Texas again.
They've seen Colorado, Wyoming, and the Grand Canyon.
Hunting trips in the freezing snow and up before the sun.
They're now apart of me, I got the guns.
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I've seen tears in grown men's eyes when they speak of their granddad
Then they laugh at how he spoiled then to the bone
I dont have those memories that I can hold on to
So I keep hanging on to his old guns
Verse: (same progression as the others)