Favorite song lyrics mentioning a firearm.

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Pistol Packin' Mama

Song by Al Dexter

Drinking beer in a cabaret and was I having fun
Until one night she caught me right
and now I'm on the run.
Ref:
Lay that pistol down, babe - lay that pistol down
Pistol Packin' Mama, lay that pistol down.
She kicked out my windshield - she hit me over the head
She cussed and cried and said I'd lied
and wished that I was dead.
Ref:
Drinking beer in a cabaret and dancin' with a blond
Until one night she shot out the light - Bang!
that blond was gone.
Ref:
I'll see you ev'ry night, babe - I'll woo you ev'ry day
I'll be your regular daddy - if you'll put that gun away.



1982 Richard & Linda Thompson originally released Shoot Out the Lights

In the dark, who can see his face? In the dark, who can reach him? He hides like a child. He hides like a child. Keeps his finger on the trigger
You know he can't stand the day Shoot out the lights. Shoot out the lights Keep the blind down on the window Ah, keep the pain on the Just watching the dark Ah he might laugh but you won't see him As he thunders through the night Shoot out the lights. Shoot out the lights
 
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Leaving Blues by Johnny Winter. Old one from when I was a youngin. Great song...Loved it then...love it now

I sometimes drink whisky,
I sometimes drink wine
I've been mistreated
and I don't mind dying

I've got my 32-20
and my old .44
I got a shotgun on my shoulder,
and I'm bound to go
 
Ringo, Lorne Greene:

He lay face down in the desert sand
Clutching his six-gun in his hand
Shot from behind, I thought he was dead
But under his heart was an ounce of lead
But a spark still burned so I used my knife
And late that night I saved the life of Ringo

Trinity, Annibale E I Cantori Moderni

He's the guy who's the talk of the town
With the restless gun
Don't you bother to fool him around
Keeps the varmints on the run, boy
Keeps the varmints on the run

You may think he's a sleepy-type guy
Always takes his time
Soon I know you'll be changing your mind
When you've seen him use a gun, boy
When you've seen him use a gun

He's the top of the west
Always cool, he's the best
He keeps alive with his Colt 45

You won't bother to fool him around
When you've seen him use a gun, boy
When you've seen him use a gun

He's the top of the west
Always cool, he's the best
He keeps alive with his Colt 45

I Wanna Be A Cowboy, Boys Don't Cry

Looking like a hero,
Six-gun at my side,
Chewing my tobacco.
Out on the horizon,
I see a puff of smoke.
Indians on the warpath,

Ballad of Irving, Frank Gallop

The James Boys was comin' on a train at first sun
And the town said, "Irving, we need your gun"
When that train pulled in at the break of dawn
Irving's gun was there, but Irving was gone

Irving
Big, fat Irving
Big help, Irving
The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West

Bang Bang, Nancy Sinatra

Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down

You Give Love a Bad Name, Bon Jovi

Shot through the heart
And you're to blame
Darlin', you give love a bad name

Love Gun, KISS

No place for hidin' baby, no place to run
You pull the trigger of my
Love gun, (love gun), love gun
Love gun, (love gun), love gun


Janie's got a gun, Aerosmith

Cowboy, Kid Rock

A buncha songs by Marty Robbins
 
The only song I know that refrences a 16 guage or kilking a hog.
Da Yoopers
The killing of the Big Pig
Yooper Finnish/English song
Iso Sika


 
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Lines to my Lady .45

For wide open spaces, the rifle's all right,
Where there's time, space, and distance, and plenty of light,
But for work on the instant, when shooting is tight,
You can't get the slant with a rifle.

So I'll say that at times it is all very well,
But for deviltry, death, or the raising of hell,
The Colt .45 is unusually swell,
And will go where you can't with a rifle.

You can spatter a dollar at seventy feet
With a stunning precision that is pleasing and neat;
So I'll still make the claim that the Colt can't be beat
And will do what you can't with a rifle.

So when something is crashing the alders ahead,
And it's death to the brute or you in its stead,
Let the Colt automat, the fist filling gat, the chunky blue cat
Chuck its competent lead.

Henry Stebbins
 
The only song I know that refrences a 16 guage.



Shotgun Boogie (Tennessee Ernie Ford)

There it stands in the corner with the barrel so straight
I looked out the winder and over the gate
The big fat rabbits are jumpin' in the grass
Wait 'til they hear my old shotgun blast
Shotgun boogie, I done saw your track
Look out Mr.Rabbit when I cock my hammer back
Well, over on the ridge is a scaly bark
Hickory nuts so big you can see 'em in the dark
The big fat squirrels, they scratch and they fight
I'll be on that ridge before daylight
With a shotgun boogie, all I need is one shot
Look out bushy tails, tonight you'll be in the pot
Well, I met a pretty gal, she was tall and thin
I asked her what she had, she said, "A fox four ten"
I looked her up and down, said, "Boy, this is love"
So we headed for the brush to shoot a big fat dove
Shotgun boogie, boy, the feathers flew
Look out Mr.Dove when she draws a bead on you
I sat down on a log, took her on my lap
She said wait a minute bud, you got to see my pap
He's gotta sixteen gauge choked down like a rifle
He don't like a man that's gonna trifle
Shotgun boogie, draws a bead so fine
Look out big boy, he's loaded all the time
Well, I called on her pap like a gentleman oughter
He said, "No brush hunter's gonna get my daughter"
He cocked back the hammer right on the spot
When the gun went off I outrun the shot
Shotgun boogie, I wanted weddin' bells
I'll be back little gal, when your pappy runs out of shells
 
Well we have been posting about music that pertains to guns.

But what about the musical gun?
Meet the Guit-Gun, a Functioning Shotgun Guitar.

Somewhere Ted Nugent is weeping with joy. For now, there is a working shotgun that doubles as a guitar. Or, perhaps, there’s a working guitar that doubles as a shotgun. It depends on a person’s priorities. Either way, the customized contraption is joyously wielded by Indiana country blues musician Reverend Peyton, leader of a three-piece outfit called the Big Damn Band, in a brief demonstration video that is both stupefying and impressive. The device was conceived by Peyton himself, who then had it custom built by “expert custom pickup designer” Bryan Fleming. Clad in a red flannel shirt, blue jeans, and a furry hunting cap, the bearded Peyton sits outdoors on a wooden bench, playing a blistering, bluesy solo on his shotgun guitar to the accompaniment of hand claps off camera. Then, almost without missing a beat, he aims and fires the instrument at what appears to be a plastic container full of water. After hitting his target dead on, he goes right back to his guitar solo. It’s the ultimate in musical multitasking. Play a little, shoot a little, etc.



Seven Spanish Angels

Song by Ray Charles and Willie Nelson


He looked down into her brown eyes
And said "say a prayer for me"
She threw her arms around him
Whispered, "God will keep us free"
They could hear the riders comin'
He said, "this is my last fight
If they take me back to Texas
They won't take me back alive"

There were seven Spanish angels
At the altar of the sun
They were prayin' for the lovers
In the valley of the gun
When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared
There was thunder from the throne
And seven Spanish angels
Took another angel home

She reached down and picked the gun up
That lay smokin' in his hand
She said, "Father, please forgive me
I can't make it without my man"
And she knew the gun was empty
And she knew she couldn't win
But her final prayer was answered
When the rifles fired again
 
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I don't know the name of the song or the singer but it goes a little something like this " wearing my six shooter, riding my pony on a cattle drive..."

ETA- I shudda been a cowboy by toby keith
 
"Bad Company", by Bad Company, and Five Finger Death Punch's version is even better.

The last line of Sheryl Crow's "Soak up the Sun" is "I've got my 45 on so I can rock on" isn't about a .45, but I secretly smile when I hear it and I have my .45 on.......

Um, KISS' "Love Gun" is about a 5" or 6" single shot........;)
 
"Mr. Winchester's Gun" by Hoyt Axton is one of my favorites.

Up in Alaska there's a grizzly bear huntin'
Out on the mountain is a boy on the run
Grizzly Be bad but he'd better off hidin'
He ain't no match for Mr. WInchester's gun

and it goes on to talk about the Winchester mansion fiasco etc.


 
Regulate

Sixteen in the clip and one in the hole
Nate Dogg is about to make some bodies turn cold
Now they droppin and yellin
It's a tad bit late
Nate Dogg and Warren G. had to regulate
 
"The Yodelin' Logger" by Hobo Jim (Alaska's Troubadour)

Well Johnny black was a lumber jack
Moved to Alaska and never went back
To the settled lands of northern Or-e-gon

Left when his love was found untrue
Didn't know what else to do
Packed a little food packed a little bit of money and a gun

 
"The Wilderness Way" by Hobo Jim

There's a moose on the lake
If I'm still shootin' straight
Well I won't need a thing from the store

 
This one's a tear-jerker. I just lost my 4-pawed hunting buddy recently, so I really didn't listen this tonight.

"Patches" by Hobo Jim

He brought his old Winchester rifle along
'cause deep in his heart
he knew something was wrong

He found Patches fell
his leg busted to hell
he lay snow covered
shiverin' and dyin

and he wanted to take Patch back to the corral
but he knew there was no sense in trying

there were tears in his eyes
when he said his goodbyes
the old man's heart broke
when that Winchester spoke

 
Granddaddy’s gun - Aaron Lewis


It's just an old double barrel twelve
The stock is cracked and it kick's like hell
It wouldn't mean what mean's to me, to no one
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
 
Seven Spanish Angels
Ray Charles & Willie Nelson

He looked down into her brown eyes
And said "say a prayer for me"
She threw her arms around him
Whispered, "God will keep us free"
They could hear the riders comin'
He said, "this is my last fight
If they take me back to Texas
They won't take me back alive"
There were seven Spanish angels
At the altar of the sun
They were prayin' for the lovers
In the valley of the gun
When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared
There was thunder from the throne
And seven Spanish angels
Took another angel home
She reached down and picked the gun up
That lay smokin' in his hand
She said, "Father, please forgive me
I can't make it without my man"
And she knew the gun was empty
And she knew she couldn't win
But her final prayer was answered
When the rifles fired again
There were seven Spanish angels
At the altar of the sun
They were prayin' for the lovers
In the valley of the gun
When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared
There was thunder from the throne
And seven Spanish angels
Took another angel home
There were seven Spanish angels
At the altar of the sun
They were prayin' for the lovers
In the valley of the gun
When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared
There was thunder from the throne
And seven Spanish angels
Took another angel home
There were seven Spanish angels
At the altar of the sun
They were prayin' for the lovers
In the valley of the gun
When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared
There was thunder from the throne
And seven Spanish angels
Took another angel home
 
"When the dawn patrol got to tell you twice
They're gonna do it with a shotgun
Yes, I'm cashing in this ten-cent life
For another one ..."

Night by Night, Steely Dan
 
They shot my good dog,
They shot my boy,
My only son....my pride and joy
They left my wife in on the floor
Holden our baby in the cabin door

Don't shoot me down
They gonna shoot me down
I gotta wife and kids on Ruby Ridge
They gonna shoot me down

Old Crow Medicine Show - Ruby Ridge
 
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