Tom: D
Introdução:
D
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.
G A D G
They've been all the way to Utah, then back home to Texas again.
D A
They've seen Colorado, Wyoming, and the Grand Canyon.
G A D G
Hunting trips in the freezing snow and up before the sun.
A D
They're now apart of me, I got the guns.
Verse: (same progression as verse above)
Bm A G D
I've seen tears in grown men's eyes when they speak of their granddad
G D A
Then they laugh at how he spoiled then to the bone
Bm A G D
I dont have those memories that I can hold on to
G A D
So I keep hanging on to his old guns
Verse: (same progression as the others)