Done gun movies- gotta gun song?

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Don't know if there are even that many, so guns/cowboy/soldier etc.?


I Fought the Law- Bobby Fuller Four

Hey Joe- Jimi Hendrix

I'm Mad- John Lee Hooker or The Animals

Guns of Brixton- Clash

Green Berets- Sgt Barry Sadler





Nothing from this century though, I guess that says something.

:p
 
Only the Strong Survive by Stuck Mojo.

I'm not a huge fan of their style but the lyrics are quite decent.
 
Hank Williams Jr. had a song in the early '80s (I think) called "I've Got Rights". It was about vigilante-style justice.

"I went down to the Mary Carter Paint Store"
"Got me one of them Smith and Wesson Magnum forty-fours"
 
I'm reminded of one of the last shows of HOMICIDE...Life on The Streets. Cops do revenge for shootout at police station with the background music of Paul Butterfield's Blues Bands' "One More Heartache". ;) Always wished I taped that episode.

Otherwise there are numerous, most not even recorded, hip-hop gun songs...gotta a rhyme for glock...for sig?;)
 
Too long to post the entire lyrics (probably illegal too)

Several of you have PM'd me with comments about this one (see sig below)

another excerpt - "he always packed a pistol and he practiced deadly force..."
 
Gotta ber Marty Robbins "Big Iron"

Beyond that.....

Bad Company, "Bad Company"

Marshall Tucker's, "Fire on the Mountain"

Lynard Skynards, "Gimme Back My Bullets" (Not sure here).


Here's "Big Iron"

To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine day
Hardly spoke to folks around him, didn't have too much to say,
No one dared to ask his business, no one dared to make a slip
The stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip,
big iron on his hip

It was early in the morning when he rode into the town
He came riding from the south side, slowly lookin' all around
"He's an outlaw loose and runnin'", came a whisper from each lip
"And he's here to do some business with a big iron on his hip,
big iron on his hip"

In this town there lived an outlaw by the name of Texas Red
Many men had tried to take him and that many men were dead
He was vicious and a killer, though a youth of twenty four
And the notches on his pistol numbered one and nineteen more,
one and nineteen more

Now the stranger started talkin' made it plain to folks around
Was an Arizonia ranger, wouldn't be too long in town
He was here to take an outlaw back alive or maybe dead
And he said it didn't matter that he was after Texas Red,
after Texas Red

Wasn't long before this story was relayed to Texas Red
But the outlaw didn't worry, men who tried before were dead
Twenty men had tried to take him, twenty men had made a slip,
Twenty one would be the ranger with the big iron on his hip,
big iron on his hip

Now the morning past so quickly and it was time for them to meet
It was twenty past eleven when they rode out in the street
Folks were watchin' from their windows,
every body held their breath,
They knew this handsome ranger was about to meet his death,
about to meet his death

There was twenty feet between them
when they stopped to make their play
And the swiftness of the Ranger still talked about today
Texas Red had not cleared leather when a bullet fairly ripped
And the ranger's aim was deadly, with the big iron on his hip,
big iron on his hip

It was over in a moment and the crowd all gathered 'round
There before them lay the body of the outlaw on the ground
Oh, he might have went on livin' but he made one fatal slip
When he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip,
big iron on his hip

Big iron, big iron,
Oh he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip,
Big iron on his hip
 
Lawyers, Guns and Money (always makes me think of our own El Tejon :D )

Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner

Warren Zevon
 
I'm not a big Country music fan, but you gotta love Johnny Cash:

DRIVE ON

I got a friend named Whiskey Sam He was my boonierat buddy for a year in Nam He said is my country just a little off track Took 'em twenty-five years to welcome me back But, it's better than not coming back at all Many a good man I saw fall And even now, every time I dream I hear the men and the monkeys in the jungle scream

Drive on, don't mean nothin' My children love me , but they don't understand And I got a woman who knows her man Drive on, don't mean nothin', drive on

I remember one night, Tex and me Rappelled in on a hot L.Z. We had our 16's on rock and roll But, with all that fire, I was scared and cold We were crazy, we were wild And I have seen the tiger smile I spit in a bamboo viper's face And I'd be dead , but by God's grace

Drive on, don't mean nothin' My children love me, but they don't understand And I got a woman who knows her man Drive on, don't mean nothin', drive on

It was a real slow walk in a real sad rain And nobody tried to be John Wayne I came home, but Tex did not And I can't talk about the hit he got I got a little limp now when I walk Got a little tremolo when I talk But my letter read from Whiskey Sam You're a walkin' talkin' miracle from Vietnam

Drive on, don't mean nothin' My children love me, but they don't understand And I got a woman who knows her man Drive on, don't mean nothin', drive on

RAGGED OLD FLAG

I walked through a country court house square
On a park bench an old man was sitting there
I said, "Your court house is kinda run down"
He said, "Naw, it'll do for our little town"
I said, "Your flag pole has a leaned a little bit
And that's a Ragged Old Flag you got hanging on it"
He said, "Have a seat" and I sat down
"Is this the first time you've been in our little town?"
I said, "I think it is," he said "I don't like to brag
But we're kinda proud of that Ragged Old Flag
You see, we got a little hole in that flag there
When Washington took it across the Delaware
And it got powder burned the night Francis Scott Key
Sat watchin' it writing 'Say Can You See'
And it got a bad rip in New Orleans
With Packinham and Jackson tuggin' at its seams
And it almost fell at the Alamo
Beside the Texas flag but she waved on through
She got cut with a sword at Chancellorsville
And she got cut again at Shiloh Hill
There was Robert E. Lee, Beauregard and Bragg
And the south wind blew hard on that Ragged Old Flag
On Flanders Field in World War I
She got a big hole from a Bertha Gun
She turned blood red in World War II
She hung limp and low by the time it was through
She was in Korea and Vietnam
She went where she was sent by her Uncle Sam
Native Americans, brown, yellow and white
All shed red blood for the Stars and Stripes
In her own good land here she's been abused
She's been burned, dishonored, denied and refused
And the government for which she stands
Has been scandalized throughout the land
And she's getting threadbare and wearing thin
But she's in good shape for the shape she's in
Cause she's been through the fire before
And I believe she can take a whole lot more
So we raise her up every morning, take her down every night
We don't let her touch the ground and fold her up right
On second thought I do like to brag
Cause I'm mighty proud of that Ragged Old Flag."
 
The Refreshments -- "Banditos" (Mid - 90s, Almost 21st Century):

"...Everybody knows
That the world is full of stupid people
So meet me at the mission at midnight
And we'll divvy up there

Everybody knows
That the world is full of stupid people
Well I got the pistol so I'll keep the Pesos
-Yeah that seems fair..."
 
Mexicali Blues
Lyrics: John Barlow
Music: Bob Weir
Published By: Ice Nine Publishing Co., Inc.
Laid back in an old saloon, with a peso in my hand
Watching flies and children on the street
And I catch a glimpse of black-eyed girls who giggle when I smile
There's a little boy that wants to shine my feet
And it's three days ride from Bakersfield
And I don't know why I came
I guess I came to keep from payin' dues
So instead I've got a bottle and a girl who's just fourteen
And a damned good case of the Mexicali blues


Chorus
Is there anything a man don't stand to lose
When the devil wants to take it all away
Cherish well your thoughts, keep a tight grip on your booze
'Cause thinking and drinking are all I have today


She said her name was Billie Jean and she was fresh in town
I didn't know her stage-line ran from hell
She had raven hair, a ruffled dress, a necklace made of gold
And all the french perfume you'd care to smell
She took me up in to her room and whispered in my ear
Go on my friend, do anything you choose
Now I'm payin' for those happy hours I spent there in her arms
With a lifetime's worth of the Mexicali blues


[chorus]


And then a man rode in to town, some thought he was the law
Billie Jean was waiting when he came
She told me he would take her if I didn't use my gun
And I'd have no one but myself to blame
I went down to those dusty streets, blood was on my mind
I guess that stranger hadn't heard the news
'Cause I shot first and killed him, Lord he didn't even draw
And he made me trade the gallows for the Mexicali blues


Is there anything a man don't stand to lose
When he lets a woman hold him in her hands
You just might find yourself out there on horseback in the dark
Just riding and running across those desert sands
 
Well there was that song by Sonny and Cher about "Bang, Bang my baby shot me down".

Junior Walker and the Allstars "Shotgun".

Johnny Cash "Don't Take Your Guns to Town Son".

"My Baby Loves the Western Movies" I believe it is the Coasters.
The ricochey sound is fantastic.

"The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance"- Gene Pitney

"Ringo"- Lorne Greene

For big guns you have Johnny Hortons "Sink The Bismark" and I believe he did "The Battle of New Orleans" >fired our guns and they commenced a running, on down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.(British)

This is a great thread as it has set me to thinking cause I know there are a bunch more!
 
Irish Music --

Johnson's Motorcar "...with guns and bayonets shinin' -- which made old Johnson grim. He said I have a permit to travel near and far. To He** with your English permit, we want your motor car..."

Patriot Game "...and now that I lie here, my body all holes, I think of those traitors who bargained and sold. I wish that my rifle had given the same to the quizzlings who sold out the Patriot Game."
 
I can't believe no one's come up with this stinker!!

Jim Croce--Bad Bad Leroy Brown

"He packed a .32 gun in his pocket for fun,
and a razor in his shoe..."
 
If we are doing Irish Songs WOW! There are a bunch.

"Rifles of the I.R.A."

"Jolly Plowboy"> and the Tans they flew like lightnin to the rattle of a Thompson gun

"Sean South of Garryowen"> then the Sten guns and the rifles a hail of death did pour

"Row in the Town" > and a big Mauser bullet got caught in his jaw

There are a bunch more.
 
Warren Zevon had a bunch. (see Jeff White, above)
also:"Jungle Work"
Refers to "the M-16, and the Ingram gun."
 
The Homecoming Queen's Got A Gun
by The Flirtations

It was Homecoming Night at my high school
Everyone was there, it was bodaciously cool
I was so excited, why, I almost wet my jeans
'Cause my best friend Debbie was Homecoming Queen
She looked so pretty in pink chiffon
Riding the float with her tiara on
Holding this humongous bouquet in her hand
She looked straight out of Disneyland!
Well, it was just like the Cinderella ride - it was definitely an
'E' ticket!
The crowd was cheering, everyone was stoked
You know, I think it was like the whole school was totally coked
out or something.
The band was playing 'Evergreen'
When all of a sudden, somebody screamed:
"Oh my God, look out! The Homecoming Queen's got a GUN!!!"

Everybody run, the Homecoming Queen's got a gun!
Everybody run, the Homecoming Queen's got a gun!
Debbie's smiling, and wiping her gun
Picking off cheerleaders one by one
Oh no! Muffy's pompons just blew to bits
My God, Mitzi's head just did the splits!
My best friend is on a shooting spree
Stop it, Debbie, you're embarrassing me!
How could you do what you just did -
Are you having a really bad period?

Everybody run, the Homecoming Queen's got a gun!
Everybody run, the Homecoming Queen's got a gun!
(Stop it, Debbie, you're making a mess
Powder burns all over your dress
Bloody bodies all over the quad
Who'd have thought she'd be packing a rod!)
An hour later, you know, the cops had arrived
Oh, but by then the entire glee club had died - no big loss
You wouldn't believe what they brought to stop
Tear gas, machine guns... even a chopper!
"Throw down your gun and tiara and come out of that float!"
Debbie didn't listen to what the cop said,
No, she aimed and fired, and now the math teacher's dead!
Oh, it's really sad, but, you know, it's kind of a relief,
You see, we had this big test coming up next week...

Everybody run, the Homecoming Queen's got a gun!
Everybody run, the Homecoming Queen's got a gun!
(Debbie's really having a blast!
She's wasted half of the class!)
The cops fired a warning shot and she dove off that float
I tried to scream "Duck!" but it stuck in my throat
She hit the ground and did a flip; it was real acrobatic
But I was crying so hard, I couldn't work my Instamatic.
I ran down to Debbie, I had to find out, like,
What made her do it, why'd she freak out?
I saw the bullet had grazed her... right about here.
I knew then... the end was near.
And I... As... Do y'all mind?

So as the SWAT team and a gaggle of hall monitors escorted her from
the field, I ran alongside, and I said to her, "Debbie! Debbie,
why did you do it? Why did you do it?" She just smiled at me and
said, "I did it for Lonnie." "Lonnie? Debbie, who's Lonnie?
There aren't even any boys in our school named Lonnie. There is
Ms. Wilson, the wood shop teacher.... Oh my God, Debbie is that
why you spent all that time makin' those tacky birdhouses instead
of being in the Future Homemakers of America with me?" It was too
late for answers. And as the SWAT team roared off into the sunset,
I, I surveyed the gruesome scene before me. The ruins of that
beautiful chicken-wire-and-crepe-paper 'V-for-Victory' that the Pep
Club had worked so hard on... And then it hit me. It's still
Homecoming Week. We can't have a Homecoming Game without a
Homecoming Queen. It was then I knew what I must do. So I
retrieved her tiara from where it had fallen and I placed it
lovingly upon my head, willing to assume the awesome burden of
Homecoming Queen, eager to rule with a firm, yet sensitive hand...
All right, boys, sing it for me!

Everybody scream, the Homecoming Queen is a queen!
He's a queen, he's a queen, he's a queen, he's a queen.
Ahhhhhhh, a big old queen!
 
My dad used to sing a couple. I can only remember part of the lyrics to each of them.
One was:

I didn't know the gun was loaded,
And I'm so sorry, my friend.
I didn't know the gun was loaded,
And I'll never, never do it again.

The other one was:

Lay that pistol down, babe,
Lay that pistol down.
Pistol packin' mama,
Lay that pistol down.
 
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