Best SONG involving guns

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+1 Cows with guns.

Cows With Guns
by Dana Lyons
by Dana Lyons, copyright 1996

Intro
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Am G Am

AmFat and docile, big and dumb
They look so stupid, they aren't much fun
GCows aren't Amfun


They eat to grow, grow to die
Die to be et at the hamburger fry
Cows well done

Nobody thunk it, nobody knew
No one imagined the great cow guru
Cows are one

He hid in the forest, read books with great zeal
He loved Che Guevera, a revolutionary veal
Cow Tse Tongue

He spoke about justice, but nobody stirred
He felt like an outcast, alone in the herd
Cow doldrums

He mooed we must fight, escape or we'll die
Cows gathered around, cause the steaks were so high
Bad cow pun

But then he was captured, stuffed into a crate
Loaded onto a truck, where he rode to his fate
Cows are bummed

He was a scrawny calf, who looked rather woozy
No one suspected he was packing an Uzi
Cows with guns

They came with a needle to stick in his thigh
He kicked for the groin, he pissed in their eye
Cow well hung

Knocked over a tractor and ran for the door
Six gallons of gas flowed out on the floor
Run cows run!

He picked up a bullhorn and jumped up on the hay
We are free roving bovines, we run free today

We will Ffight for bovine Cfreedom
And Ehold our large heads Amhigh
We will Frun free with the CBuffalo, or Edie
Cows with [Am]guns

They crashed the gate in a great stampede
Tipped over a milk truck, torched all the feed
Cows have fun

Sixty police cars were piled in a heap
Covered in cow pies, covered up deep
Much cow dung

Black smoke rising, darkening the day
Twelve burning McDonalds, have it your way

We will fight for bovine freedom
And hold our large heads high
We will run free with the Buffalo, or die
Cows with guns

The President said "enough is enough

These uppity cattle, its time to get tough"
Cow dung flung

The newspapers gloated, folks sighed with relief
Tomorrow at noon, they would all be ground beef
Cows on buns

The cows were surrounded, they waited and prayed
They mooed their last moos,
they chewed their last hay
Cows out gunned

The order was given to turn cows to whoppers
Enforced by the might of ten thousand coppers
But on the horizon surrounding the shoppers

Came the deafening roar of chickens in choppers

We will fight for bovine freedom
And hold our large heads high
We will run free with the Buffalo, or die
Cows with guns

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PO Box 2627, Bellingham, WA 98227 USA

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Must be a Northwest thing.
 
AK 47 - Hot Tuna
Frankie & Johnny aka Frankie & Albert - traditional, Bob Dylan, Taj Mahal, others
Stagalie - Robert Johnson
Boom, Boom Out goes the Lights - Little Walter
 
Mike & The Mechanics "Silent Running"
Al Stewart "On The Border"
Talking Heads "Life During Wartime"
Silent Running is what the Secound amendment is about to me. "There`s a gun and ammunition, just inside the doorway, use them only in emergancy"
 
Lucretia My Reflection by The Sisters of Mercy

"I hear the roar of a big machine
Two worlds and in between
Love lost, fire at will
Dum Dum bullets and shoot to kill, I hear
Dive bombers, and
Empire Down
Empire Down."
 
Da thirty point buck

Bananas @ large sang this hilarious song about deer hunting wih an AK47 with a rocket launcher or something like that...one of the funniest things I ever heard

ROFLMAO:neener:
 
I always liked the humor in the Refreshments' Banditos:

"Everybody knows
That the world
Is full of stupid people
So meet me at the mission
At midnight
We'll divvy up there
Everybody knows
That the world
Is full of stupid people
I got the pistol
So I'll keep the Pesos
That seems fair"

--usp_fan
 
'Best' song involving guns..

Theme song from "High Noon"..Song title is 'Do Not Forsake Me Oh My Darlin''..Sung by Tex Ritter..Google it. senses of cinema.com/contents/ ballad_of_high_noon

media player avail also.

salty.
 
Gun Songs?

1) Jeanie Needs A Shooter (Warren Zevon)
2) Blaze of Glory (Bon Jovi)
3) My Buddy (50 Cent - probably my favorite :evil: )
4) Galveston (Glen Campbell - yeah I'm biased)
5) Beer For My Horses (Toby Keith + Willy Nelson)

SORT OF a gun song is the closing credits "Rest In Peace" sung in Spanish
from Collateral - kinda apt :D
 
My All Time Favorite

From the hall of Montezuma
To the shores of Tripoli,
We will fight our country's battles,
In the air, on land and sea.
First to fight for right and freedom
And to keep our honour clean
We are proud to claim the title,
Of United States Marines.

Our flag's unfurled to every breeze
From dawn to setting sun;
We have fought in every clime and place
Where we could take a gun;
In the snow of far off northern lands
And in sunny tropic scenes;
You will find us always on the job
The United States Marine

Here's health to you and to our Corps
Which we are proud to serve;
In many a strife we've fought for life
And never lost our nerve;
If the Army and the Navy
Ever look on Heaven's scenes;
They will find the streets are guarded by
United States Marines


Semper Fi
 
kikilee -- excellent. Thanks for all the verses. "Semper Fi" or just a plain old "Thank You" from this civilian to all who have served.

Silent Running is what the Secound amendment is about to me. "There`s a gun and ammunition, just inside the doorway, use them only in emergancy"

...I got the pistol
So I'll keep the Pesos

Yeah that seems fair...

Both the essence of RKBA for me.
 
Duncan & Brady.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star
'Long comes Brady in his 'lectric car
Got a mean look right in his eye
Gonna shoot somebody jus' to watch him die

He been on the job too long

Duncan, Duncan was tending the bar
'Long came Brady with his shining star
Brady said, "Duncan, you are under arrest"
Duncan shot a hole right in Brady's chest

He been on the job too long

Brady, Brady, Brady, you know you done wrong
breakin' in here when this game's goin' on
Bustin' down windows, tearin' down the door
Now you lyin' dead on the barroom floor

You been on the job too long."

Old King Brady was a big, fat man
Doctor looked down, and took hold of his hand
reached for his pulse, shook his head,
said "I believe to my soul, king Brady is dead"

He been on the job too long

High-tailed carriages standin around,
to carry King Brady to the buryin' ground.
Rubber tired buggies and a rubber-tired hack
took him to the graveyard, never brung him back.

He been on the job too long

When the women all heard King Brady was dead,
They went back home and got dressed in red
They come a-slippin' and a-slidin', shuffelin' down the street,
In their big mother hubbards and their stockin' feet.

He been on the job too long

"Brady, Brady, Brady, you know you done wrong
breakin' in here when this game's goin' on
Bustin' down the window, tearin' down the door
Now you lyin' dead on the barroom floor

You been on the job too long."
 
I'm gonna have to cast my vote for ol' warren zevon an' Roland:
Roland was a warrior from the Land of the Midnight Sun
With a Thompson gun for hire, fighting to be done
The deal was made in Denmark on a dark and stormy day
So he set out for Biafra to join the bloody fray

Through sixty-six and seven they fought the Congo war
With their fingers on their triggers, knee-deep in gore
For days and nights they battled the Bantu to their knees
They killed to earn their living and to help out the Congolese

Roland the Thompson gunner...

His comrades fought beside him - Van Owen and the rest
But of all the Thompson gunners, Roland was the best
So the CIA decided they wanted Roland dead
That son-of-a-bitch Van Owen blew off Roland's head

Roland the headless Thompson gunner
Norway's bravest son
Time, time, time
For another peaceful war
But time stands still for Roland
'Til he evens up the score
They can still see his headless body stalking through the night
In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun
In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun

Roland searched the continent for the man who'd done him in
He found him in Mombassa in a barroom drinking gin
Roland aimed his Thompson gun - he didn't say a word
But he blew Van Owen's body from there to Johannesburg

Roland the headless Thompson gunner...
The eternal Thompson gunner
still wandering through the night
Now it's ten years later but he still keeps up the fight
In Ireland, in Lebanon, in Palestine and Berkeley
Patty Hearst heard the burst of Roland's Thompson gun and bought it
 
Gun Songs?

Yeah, "Roland The Headless Thompson Gunner" was simply written for threads like this! :evil:

Warren Zevon, RIP. Hope you and Hunter Thompson are doing some damage at that big Open Range in the Hereafter! :what:
 
i skimmed thru pretty fast, but i didn't see Ian Hunter (from the short back and sides album) called Gun Control.

(Ian Hunter)

All right
Gun Control, we don't want no
Gun Control, we don't want no
Gun Control, we don't want no
Gun Control.

Stick to your guns, boys, stick to your guns.
We'll make a lot of money if we stick to the guns.
The president's with us boys, so join in the fun.
We can make a lot of money if we stick to our guns.

Yeah
Gun Control, we don't want no
Gun Control, we don't want no
Gun Control, we don't want no
Gun Control.
Let the bullets go!

Step up the lobby, boys, down in Washington.
We can make a lot of money if you stick to your guns.
Tradition is with us boys, it's the constitution,
so stick to your guns, boys, the final solution.

Hey
Gun control, we don't want no
Gun control, we don't want no
Gun control, we don't want no
Gun control.

Hey, and ain't it a shame we ain't got a war,
we'll just have to practice on the sick and the poor.

Assassinate presidents, and they ain't the only ones,
we can get them all, young and old, if we stick to our guns.
So stick to your guns, boys, fight for your life.
We'll all feel special on a Saturday night.

Yeah!
Gun control, we don't want no
Gun control, we don't want no
Gun control, we don't want no
Gun control.
Let the bullets go.

Viva macho
Viva macho
Viva macho
Viva macho

Gun control, no, we don't want no
Gun control, no, we don't want no
Gun control, hey, I don't want no
Gun control,
Gun control,
Gun control,
 
"There are campfire legends that the plainsmen spin."

Of the man with the gun of the man called....Paladin..."

Second choice aside from a military-type song would be "The Man Who Shot Liberty Valence"
 
The Grateful Dead

man where to begin?

Me and My Uncle
"taught me good, Lord, taught me all i know- taught me so well- i grabbed that gold and left his dead a** there on the side of the road"

that one might not exactly be a good one, great song though.

Stagger Lee- this is a GREAT one, an adapted traditional
Stagger Lee shot Billy DeLyon and he blew that poor boy down
Do you know what he shot him for, what do you make of that
'Cause Billy DeLyon threw lucky dice, won Stagger Lee's stetson hat

Baio, Baio, tell me how can this be
You go arrest the girls for turning tricks but you're scared of Stagger Lee
Stagger Lee is a mad man, and he shot my Billy dead
Baio go get him, or give the job to me

Delia, Delia, dear sweet Delia D
How the hell can I arrest him, when he's twice as big as me
Well don't ask me to go downtown, I wouldn't come back alive
Not only is that mother big, he packs a forty five

Baio, Delia said, just give me a gun
He shot my Billy dead and now I'm gonna see him hung
She waded to DeLyon's club through Billy DeLyon's blood
Stepped up to Stagger Lee at the bar, said buy me a gin fizz love

As Stagger Lee lit a cigarette, she shot him in the balls (note 2)
Blew the smoke off her revolver, had him dragged to City Hall
Baio, Baio, see you hang him high
He shot my Billy dead and now he's got to die

Delia went a-walking down on Singapore Street
Three piece band on the corner played 'nearer my God to thee'
But Delia whistled a different tune, what tune could it be
The song that woman sang was look out Stagger Lee
The song that Delia sang was look out Stagger Lee



Dupree's Diamond Blues was another one that was pretty good, i could go on for days like this
 
Charlie Daniels' "Simple Man" (Not Skynards,a different song)

+1 for Silent Running

+1 for Guns of Brixton

"Ballad of the Green Berets" by SSG Barry Sadler
 
Why was "The night the lights went out in Georgia" acceptable, but the extended version of "The thunder rolls" was not?
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song by Conway Twitty

I was there to buy a pistol. She was there to hock her ring.
The broker in that pawnshop deals in almost anything.
He’ll pay you for your misery or he’ll sell you someone’s pain,
And that twinkle in his greedy eyes says your loss will be his gain.
She stood back in the shadows as the broker dealt with me.
Her eyes were dark and desperate from some private misery.
His word was so prophetic when he said, “You’ve got a steal.”
I said, “Throw in one bullet, and you’ve got yourself a deal.”


A saturday night special is an easy thing to buy.
All you’ve got to be is 21, or 15 if you lie.
Just hand the man the money, and if someone’s got to die,
The broker in the pawnshop won’t even blink an eye.
He handed me the pistol, and I was almost to the door,
When I heard him tell the lady, “Seven dollars; nothing more.”
The lady started crying as he took her wedding band.
My hand was in my pocket, and the gun was in my hand.

I had planned to use that bullet on myself, to end my life.
I was once somebody’s husband. She was once somebody’s wife.
I usually mind my business but I could not walk away;
His dollars just weren’t making sense, and I knew I had to stay.

The broker’s face turned pasty when he caught my icy stare.
It would never leave my pocket, but he knew the gun was there.

I asked him what his life was worth, and he opened up that drawer.
For a simple golden wedding band, he paid two thousand more.

That saturday night was special even though it wasn’t planned.
As we walked down the sidewalk, she reached and took my hand.
We crossed a bridge, and I took that gun and sailed it through the air.
I said, “Ever been to Texas?” She said, “I think I’d love it there.”


A saturday night special is an easy thing to buy;
All you’ve got to be is 21, or 15 if you lie.
The broker in that pawnshop used to deal in everything -
But you can’t buy a pistol there; you can’t hock your wedding ring.



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Fire on the Mountain

Moved my family away from my Carolina home
Had dreams about the west and started to roam
Six long months on a dust covered trail
They say that heavens at the end but so far it's been hell

Fire on the Mountain
Lightning in the air
Gold in them hills
And it's waiting for me there

We were digging and sifting from five to five
Selling every thing we found just to stay alive
Gold flowed free like whiskey in the bars
Sinning was the big thing Lord and satan was the star

Fire on the Mountain
Lightning in the air
Gold in them hills
And it's waiting for me there

Dance Hall girls were the evening treat
Empty cartridges and blood lined the gutters of the street
Men were shot down for the sake of fun
Or just to hear the noise of their 44 guns

Fire on the Mountain
Lightning in the air
Gold in them hills
And it's waiting for me there

Now my widow, she weeps by my grave
Tears flow free for her man she couldn't save
Shot down in cold blood by a gun that carried flame
All for a useless & no good worthless claim

Fire on the Mountain
Lightning in the air
Gold in them hills
And it's waiting for me there

Fire on the Mountain
Lightning in the air
Gold in them hills
And it's waiting for me there
 
mbs357 said:
Gimme Back My Bullets? >_>
I always thought that Skid Row song was funny...
These two kids.
Are underage drinking, and on drugs...
One steals his dad's gun, and the other kid is all "LOL DUDE SHOOT ME"
And does.


Guess what? The song is anti-gun
The kids are drinking and using drugs, stealing, and the song is anti-gun.

""Accidents will happen" they all heard Ricky say
He fired his six-shot to the wind that blew a child away. "

Skid Row - 18 and life
 
Hank Williams Jr. - A Country Boy Can Survive

Got a shotgun a rifle and four wheel drive
and a country boy can survive
 
Steve Earl

Had lots of good songs, I like "Devils Right Hand".

'Bout the time that Daddy left to fight the Big War I saw my first pistol in a general store. (General store) I was thirteen, thought it was the finest thing I ever had seen.

Asked if I could have one someday when I grew up, Mama dropped a dozen eggs, she really blew up. (Really blew up) I didn't understand why Mama said a pistol was the devil's right hand.

Devil's right hand, devil's right hand. Mama said a pistol is the devils right hand.

My very first pistol was a cap and ball Colt, shoot as fast as lightning but she loads a mite slow. (Loads a mite slow) I soon found out it can get you into trouble but it can't get you out.

Then I went and got myself a Colt .45, called a Peacemaker but I never knew why. (Never knew why) I didn't understand why Mama said a pistol is the devil's right hand.

Got into a card game in a company town, caught a miner cheatin' so I shot the dog down. (shot the dog down) Watched the man fall, never touched his holster, never had a chance to draw.

My trial was in the morning and they drug me out of bed, asked me how I pleaded, "Not guilty" I said. (Not guilty I said) You got the wrong man, nothin' touched the pistol but the devil's right hand.

The devil's right hand, the devil's right hand, Mama said a pistol was the devil's right hand.
 
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