Great Songs With Gun Lyrics

I did not see that song, Janie's Got A Gun, yet or I may have missed it.

My husband had a bunch of old songs that he was singing to me here and doing some searches on. He remembers older songs much better than I do.

Well, this is a 'wrap' for me now.

Great thread! Thank you.

Night... sweet dreams.

Catherine

sir mix alot mentions a hk 91 in seattle wasnt BSing

"and some fools try to run up poking..... with a nine double m is you joking?? cuzz im packing..... an hk91 son, .308s is what I run"

I don't know how I could have forgotten this - rather obscure country song, by James McMurtry: "Choctaw Bingo." I'm pretty sure that it's the only song in the world that mentions berdan primers.

and he stopped off in tulsa at the pop knife and gun place
bought an SKS rifle and a couple full cases of that steel core ammo
with the berdan primers from some east bloc nation
that no longer needs em
and a desert eagle thats one great big old pistol
i mean fifty caliber made by bad-ass Hebrews
and some surplus tracers for that old BAR
of Slaton's as soon as it gets dark
were gonna have us a time
were gonna have us a time

Choctaw Bingo is hardly obscure. It is a fun song.

How bout Johnny Cash and Cocaine Blues:

Tile :Johnny Cash - Cocaine Blues

Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed I stuck that lovin' 44 beneath my head

Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I run too slow they overtook me down in Juarez Mexico

Late in the hot joints takin' the pills in walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
He said Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down
Said yes oh yes my name is Willy Lee if you've got the warrant just aread it to me
Shot her down because she made me slow
I thought I was her daddy but she had five more

When I was arrested I was dressed in black
They put me on a train and they took me back
Had no friend for to go my bail they slapped my dried up carcass in that country jail

Early next mornin' bout a half past nine I spied the sheriff coming down the line
Talked and he coughed as he cleared his throat
He said come on you dirty heck into that district court
Into the courtroom my trial began where I was handled by twelve honest men
Just before the jury started out I saw the little judge commence to look about

In about five minutes in walked the man holding the verdict in his right hand
The verdict read in the first degree I hollered Lordy Lordy have a mercy on me

The judge he smiled as he picked up his pin 99 years in the Folsom pen
99 years underneath that ground I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch down
Come on you've gotta listen unto me lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be

And Johnny Horton's Battle of New Orleans:

In 1814 we took a little trip
Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip.
We took a little bacon and we took a little beans
And we caught the bloody British in the town of New Orleans.

[Chorus:]
We fired our guns and the British kept a'comin.
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago.
We fired once more and they began to runnin' on
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

We looked down the river and we see'd the British come.
And there must have been a hundred of'em beatin' on the drum.
They stepped so high and they made the bugles ring.
We stood by our cotton bales and didn't say a thing.

[Chorus]

Old Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise
If we didn't fire our muskets 'til we looked 'em in the eye
We held our fire 'til we see'd their faces well.
Then we opened up with squirrel guns and really gave 'em ... well

[Chorus]

Yeah, they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go.
They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.**

We fired our cannon 'til the barrel melted down.
So we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round.
We filled his head with cannon balls, and powdered his behind
And when we touched the powder off, the gator lost his mind.

[Chorus]

Yeah, they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go.
They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.**

There's the new country song "Gunpowder and Lead"

"Gunpowder and Lead" by
Miranda Lambert

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County road 233, under my feet
Nothin' on this white rock but little ole me
I've got two miles till, he makes bail
And if I'm right we're headed straight for hell


Chorus:

I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun
Wait by the door and light a cigarette
If he wants a fight well now he's got one
And he ain't seen me crazy yet
He slapped my face and he shook me like a rag doll
Don't that sound like a real man
I'm going to show him what a little girls made of
Gunpowder and lead

It's half past ten, another six pack in
And I can feel the rumble like a cold black wind
He pulls in the drive, the gravel flies
He dont know what's waiting here this time


I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun
Wait by the door and light a cigarette
If he wants a fight well now he's got one
And he ain't seen me crazy yet
He slapped my face and he shook me like a rag doll
Don't that sound like a real man
I'm going to show him what a little girls made of
Gunpowder and lead


His fist is big but my gun's bigger
He'll find out when I pull the trigger

I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun
Wait by the door and light a cigarette
If he wants a fight well now he's got one
And he ain't seen me crazy yet
He slapped my face and he shook me like a rag doll
Don't that sound like a real man
I'm going to show him what a little girls made of
Gunpowder and, Gunpowder and lead

Gunpowder and Lead

Cocaine Blues by Johnny Cash

See, this is why I always get annoyed when people (and you'd be surprised how many of them there are) defend thug rap that glorifies violence and crime by saying, "well, it's not any worse than Johnny Cash, because he sung about the same stuff too."

WRONG. Johnny Cash did sing about killing and crime. BUT - it was never glorified. There was always the message that crime only leads to imprisonment, sadness, and regret. His songs were warnings against the type of behavior that he sung about - not endorsements of it.

Come on you've gotta listen unto me lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be

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He's obviously saying, this is BAD, don't make the same mistakes I did.

Johnny Cash always had positive messages in his albums, even while singing about the "outlaw" life. The same is absolutely not true of gangsta rap at all. That genre of music just has albums that are non-stop violence, encouragement of crime, and stupid macho posturing, valuing materialism and greed above all else, and also fostering the very dangerous idea that "respect" is something you get by intimidating other people, not by being an honest and hardworking person - and and the target audience eats it all up without thinking about it at all.

Sorry for the hijack. It's just an issue that has always bugged me.

Hank Williams Jr,. I've Got Rights

I went down to the Mary Carter paint store
I said give me one of them Smith and Wesson magnum forty fours
Cause there's a man that the law let loose and justice was not done
This man killed my wife and my only little son
I'll never forget the way he looked all through the trial
He had his big named lawyer and he had that smirkey smile
Oh yeah he got you off on a technicality
But you'll have to grow wings and fly to ever get away from me
Cause I got rights I got rights too
And this time there won't be no damn lawyer and system to protect you
But I'm gonna read you I'm gonna read you your rights
You gotta right to know that you're gonna go to hell one of these black nights

When the trial was over he had the nerve to say that's the way it goes
I said well hoss you better get you some corks
Cause you're gonna have to plug up a few holes
Guess he thought I was talkin' just to pass away time
But it kinda looks different now on his knees beggin' for his life
Hey I got rights I got some rights too...
No this time there ain't no damn lawyers and systems to save you

Hank Williams Jr., A Country Boy Can Survive

The preacher man says it’s the end of time
And the Mississippi River she’s a goin’ dry
The interest is up and the Stock Markets down
And you only get mugged
If you go down town

I live back in the woods, you see
A woman and the kids, and the dogs and me
I got a shotgun rifle and a 4-wheel drive
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

I can plow a field all day long
I can catch catfish from dusk till dawn
We make our own whiskey and our own smoke too
Ain’t too many things these ole boys can’t do
We grow good ole tomatoes and homemade wine
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

Because you can’t starve us out
And you cant makes us run
Cause one-of- ‘em old boys raisin ole shotgun
And we say grace and we say Ma’am
And if you ain’t into that we don’t give a damn

We came from the West Virginia coalmines
And the Rocky Mountains and the and the western skies
And we can skin a buck; we can run a trot-line
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

I had a good friend in New York City
He never called me by my name, just hillbilly
My grandpa taught me how to live off the land
And his taught him to be a businessman
He used to send me pictures of the Broadway nights
And I’d send him some homemade wine

But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For 43 dollars my friend lost his life
Id love to spit some beechnut in that dudes eyes
And shoot him with my old 45
Cause a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

Cause you can’t starve us out and you can’t make us run
Cause one-of- ‘em old boys raisin ole shotgun
And we say grace and we say Ma’am
And if you ain’t into that we don’t give a damn

We’re from North California and south Alabam
And little towns all around this land
And we can skin a buck; we can run a trot-line
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

As long as Hank Jr is being mentioned, how about"Lawyers, Guns and Money",
and Bad Company?

Even better for Weird Al, "Trigger Happy":

Got my AK-47 well you know it makes me all right.

Got an uzi by my pillow helps me sleep a little better at night.

Ok well some of us out here like rap music. I can't stand country, myself. Here are a few of my faves:

Regulators -- Warren G featuring Nate Dogg
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.


We Ain't Goin' Out Like Dat -- Cypress Hill

If you wanna get drastic
I'll pull out the plastic
Glock automatic
Synthetic material
Burial plots in order
Headin down to the Mexican border


P.S. Anyone have any gun lyrics outside of the country and/or rap genres?

"The Partisan" by 16 Horsepower

When they poured across the border
I was cautioned to surrender,
this I could not do;
I took my gun and vanished.

I have changed my name so often,
I've lost my wife and children
but I have many friends,
and some of them are with me.

An old woman gave us shelter,
Kept us hidden in the garret,
then the soldiers came;
she died without a whisper.

There were three of us this morning
I'm the only one this evening
but I must go on;
the frontiers are my prison.

Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing,
through the graves the wind is blowing,
freedom soon will come;
then we'll come from the shadows.

Les Allemands taient chez moi,
ils me dirent, "Rsigne toi,"
mais je n'ai pas peur;
j'ai repris mon me.

[The Germans were at my home
They said, "Sign yourself,"
But I am not afraid
I have retaken my soul.]

J'ai chang cent fois de nom,
j'ai perdu femme et enfants
mais j'ai tant d'amis;
j'ai la France entire.

[I've changed names a hundred times
I have lost wife and children
But I have so many friends
I have all of France]

Un vieil homme dans un grenier
pour la nuit nous a cach,
les Allemands l'ont pris;
il est mort sans surprise.

[An old man, in an attic
Hid us for the night
The Germans captured him
He died without surprise.]

Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing,
through the graves the wind is blowing,
freedom soon will come;
then we'll come from the shadows.

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I'm almost positive its a cover, though.

Danm! Golden Hound beat me to it in post 54. One of my favorite redneck gun songs, James McMurtry's Choctaw Bingo!

From the original Battle of New Orleans:

...But Jackson he was wide awake
And was not scared of trifles;
For well he knew what aim we take
With our Kentucky Rifles.
He led us down to cypress swamp,
The ground was low and mucky:
There stood John Bull in martial pomp,
And here stood Old Kentucky!

Oh Kentucky! The Hunters of Kentucky!
Oh Kentucky! The Hunters of Kentucky!




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Five Brothers by Marty Robbins (sorry couldn't find it on youtube), and Ballad of the Alamo (the Johhny Cash and Marty Robbins version is the best I've found) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eL62m5umP4g

I don't have the lyrics, but you can't forget Seven Sapnish Angels by Willie Nelson & Ray Charles.

Stop, Hey What's That Sound - Buffalo Springfield



there's something happinin here
what it is aint exactly clear
theres a man with a gun over there
tellin me i got to beware

i think it's time we stop, children
what's that sound
everybody look what's goin down

there's battle lines being drawn
nobody's right if everybody's wrong
young people speakin there minds
getting so much resistance far behind

it's time we stop,
hey what's that sound
everybody look what's goin down

what a field day for the heat
a thousand people in the street
singin songs that they carry inside
mostly say hurray for our side

it's time we stop,
hey what's that sound
everybody look what's goin down

there are lawyer strikes deep
into your life it will creep
it starts when your always afraid
step out of line the man come and take you away

you better stop
hey what's that sound
everybody look what's going down

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Born To Be Wild - Steppenwolf


Get your motor runnin'
Head out on the highway
Lookin' for adventure
In whatever comes our way

Yeah, darlin' go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once and
Explode into space

I like smoke and lightnin'
Heavy metal thunder
Racin' with the wind
And this feelin' that I'm under

Yeah, darlin' go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once and
Explode into space

Like a true nature's child,
We were born, born to be wild
We can climb so high
I never wanna die
Born to be wild
Born to be wild

Get your motor runnin'
Head out on the highway
Lookin' for adventure
In whatever comes our way

Yeah, darlin' go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once and
Explode into space

Like a true nature's child
We were born, born to be wild
We can climb so high
I never wanna die
Born to be wild
Born to be wild

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Good Time - Alan Jackson


Work, work all week long
Punchin' that clock from dusk till dawn.
Countin' the days till Friday night
That's when all the conditions are right.
For a good time
I need a good time.

Yea, I've been workin' all week
And I'm tired and I don't wanna sleep
I wanna have fun
It's time for a good time

I cashed my check, cleaned my truck
Put on my hat, forgot about work
Sun goin' down, head across town
Pick up my baby and turn it around
Good time,
Aahh, I need a good time

I've been workin' all week
And I'm tired and I don't wanna sleep
I wanna have fun
Time for a good time

HEY!

Pig in the ground, beer on ice
Just like ole Hank taught us about
Singin' along, Bocephus songs
Rowdy friends all night long
Good time
Lord, we're having a good time,

Yea, I've been workin' all week
And I'm tired and I don't wanna sleep
I wanna have fun
It's time for a good time

Whew

Heel toe dosey doe
Scootin' our boots, swingin' doors
B & D Kix and Dunn
Honkin' tonk heaven, Double shotgun
Good time,
Lord, we're havin' a good time

Cause I've been workin' all week
And I'm tired and I don't wanna sleep
I wanna have fun
It's time for a good time

Shot of Tequila, beer on tap
Sweet southern woman set on my lap
G with an O, O with a D
T with an I and an M and an E
And a good time
Shhheww, good time
I've been workin' all week
And I'm tired and I don't wanna sleep
I wanna have fun
It's time for a good time

Ahh, turn it up now.

A Shot of Tequila.
Beer on tap.
A good looking woman.
To set on my lap.

A G with an O, an O with a D
A T with an I an M with an E
That spells good time
A good time

Ohh, I've been workin' all week
And I'm tired and I don't wanna sleep
I wanna have fun
Time for a good time

Twelve o'clock, two o'clock three o'clock four
Five o'clock we know were that's gonna go
Closing the door, shuttin' em down
Head for that Waffle House way across town
Good time
Ohh, we're havin' a good time.
Ohh, I've been workin' all week
And I'm tired and I don't wanna sleep
I wanna have fun
It's time for a good time

Ohh, I've been workin' all week
And I'm tired and I don't wanna sleep
I wanna have fun
It's time for a good time

Ohh, I've been workin' all week
And I'm tired and I don't wanna sleep
I wanna have fun
It's time for a good time

Ohh, yea, a good time.

I need a good time.

Yea, a good time.



The gun part is here:

Honkin' tonk heaven, Double shotgun
Good time,
Lord, we're havin' a good time

*grin*

The Riflemen at Bennington (1777)


Come hither all ye Redcoats, your mind what madness fills?
In our valleys there is danger, and danger on the hills.
Oh hear ye not the singing of the bugle, wild and free?
Full soon you'll know the ringing of the Rifle from the tree!

Oh the Rifle! Yes the Rifle!
Oh we always hit our mark with a Rifle!

Ye ride a goodly steed, and ye know another master;
Ye forward with much speed, but you'll learn to back much faster,
When ye meet our Mountain Boys, and their leader, Johnny Stark:
They make but little noise, but they always hit their mark!

Hit their mark! With a Rifle!
Oh they always hit their mark with a Rifle!

Guns of Brixton

P.S. Anyone have any gun lyrics outside of the country and/or rap genres?

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One of my favorites:

Guns of Brixton by The CLASH

When they kick out your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

When the law break in
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting in death row

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, Guns of Brixton

The money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven, as in hell

You see, he feels like Ivan
BORN under the Brixton sun
His game is called survivin'
At the end of the harder they come

You know it means no mercy
They caught him with a gun
No need for the Black Maria
Goodbye to the Brixton sun

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh-the guns of Brixton

When they kick out your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

You can crush us
You can bruise us
And even shoot us
But oh- the guns of Brixton

Shot down on the pavement
Waiting in death row
His game was survivin'
As in heaven as in hell

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton

'Revolution Blues' by Neil Young is a guitar-based rocker and a sinister, dark tune with an ominous atmosphere possibly inspired by Charles Manson's "Family":

Well, we live in a trailer at the edge of town You never see us 'cause we don't come around. We got twenty five rifles just to keep the population down. But we need you now, and that's why I'm hangin' 'round. So you be good to me and I'll be good to you, And in this land of conditions I'm not above suspicion I won't attack you, but I won't back you. Well, it's so good to be here, asleep on your lawn. Remember your guard dog? Well, I'm afraid that he's gone. It was such a drag to hear him whining all night long. Yes, that was me with the doves, setting them free near the factory Where you built your computer logs. I hope you get the connection, 'cause I can't take the rejection I won't deceive you, I just don't believe you. Well, I'm a barrel of laughs, with my carbine on I keep 'em hoppin', till my ammunition's gone. But I'm still not happy, I feel like there's something wrong. I got the revolution blues, I see bloody fountains, And ten million dune buggies comin' down the mountains. Well, I hear that Laurel Canyon is full of famous stars, But I hate them worse than lepers and I'll kill them in their cars.

just one mention,

but it IS in the year 2008...

Well my eyebrows aint plucked,
there's a gun in my truck,
Oh thank God I'm still a guy!

Brad Paisley

Unedited version of the theme song from high noon by tex ritter.