Favorite song lyrics mentioning a firearm.

It's Christmas time and nothing like a good Pidgeo nutcracker. I especially like the middle part at the 3:15 mark with the Ride of the Valkyries

 

I don't want a B.A.R, honey
I don't want a B.A.R., baby!
I don't want a B.A.R.
Just give me a date with a candy bar,
Honey, baby mine!

 

I have not seen this one mentioned yet, Wanted Dead or Alive. By Jon Bon Jovi.

 

Dang. It took 150 posts to get to the most played song in America. (And quite possibly the world.)

Wyman

 

A favorite of another one of my heros...

 

As much as I like Johnny Winter, SRV’s cover of “Boot Hill” is better than Johnny Winter’s original. The slide is what does it for me.




Re: Hendrix’s “Machine Gun”, does anyone here know that Jimi served in the Army? He was 101st Airborne. Not exactly a model trooper, but it did give him an unusual perspective, for a musician...

 

Funny when I saw this topic the first song to my mind was "Saturday Night Special". Certainly not a pro-gun song but it's what came to mind.

 

D-12 Pistol Pistol

I’d rather have one and not need it, then need one and not have it. I married this glock-matic.

 

Marty Robbins-Mr.Shorty

 

Great song! But, originally released by Bob Marley and the Wailers.

 

May not be to all y'alls taste, but....
a whole ton of songs by Cypress Hill are going to mention a gun at some point.

 

Aerosmith "Janie's got a gun"

 

Well we fired our guns and British kept a comin there wasn’t nigh as many as there was awhile ago, we fired once more and they began a runnin on down the Mississippi to the gulf of Mexico.

 

Here we come, reach for your gun
And you better listen well my friend, you see
It's been slow down below,
Aimed at you, we're the cowboys from hell
Deed is done again, we've won
Ain't talking no tall tales friend
Cause high noon, your doom
Comin' for you we're the cowboys from hell

Pantera - Cowboys From Hell

 

Just for Swamp Rat:

Swampy was a pawn shop man
he knew his business well
He'd loan and buy on everything
and once or twice he'd sell

the man brought in a Remington
to see what Swampy'd pay
"just take a look down yonder bore
I've cleaned it just today

Swampy pulled the action back
then pointed to the door
I never buy form anyone when
bullets hit the floor

 

Mississippi Saturday Night

Song by Old Crow Medicine Show

Poor mr.?
from up in clarksdale
shot his brother with a pop, pop, pop
spent 20 yrs of hard time, before he saw the light
now he's preaching on the corner of a mississippi saturday night

Drop by the Pawn Shop by the motel
dream all you want, you ain't goin nowhere

ohh ladies in the juke joint, lookin for a fight
Hey they'll hunt you like a rabbit on a mississippi saturday night

Oh, vicksburg, natchez down to crescent city
gulf coast blues oh it sure is a pity
Don't make alot of money, baby that's alright
cuz they make alot of lovin' on a mississippi saturday night

Oh Mr.?
from?
He's having coffee with your mama and your papa
if you're messin with his daughter
you better treat her right
ohhh treat you like a possum on a mississippi saturday night



Carry Me Back to Virginia.

Song by Old Crow Medicine Show

Well I come from the valley, I'm a rebel boy.
Born on the banks of the Shenandoah.
In sixty-one, I went to the war,
To win one for Virginia!
Ya my brother went first and they called me to.
I was green as clover in the morning dew.
So I marched to the drum and I sang to the tune.
Carry me back to Virginia!

… Fire in the cannon, water in the well,
Raced through the valley with a rebel yell.
I learned right quick how to march like hell and affix that bayonet.

… Won't ya carry me back?
Won't ya carry me back?
Carry me back to Virginia.

… With a sword and a saddle,
Powder in the gun.
We thought for a minute our fight was done.
So they lined us up to the metals arm,
And hammered us into the quicksand.
Then they burned that valley in a blaze of fire, …

 

My favorite is Desperado by Alice Cooper.

I'm a gambler
And I'm a runner
But you knew that
When you lay down

I'm a picture
Of ugly stories
I'm a killer
And I'm a clown

Step into the street by sundown
Step into your last goodbye
You're a target just by living
Twenty dollars will make you die

I wear lace
And I wear black leather
My hands are lightning upon my gun
My shots are clean
And my, my shots are final
My shots are deadly
And when it's done

You're as stiff as my smoking barrel
You're as dead as a desert night
You're a notch
And I'm a legend
You're at peace
And I must hide

Tell me where the hell I'm going
'Let my bones fall in the dust
Can't you hear that ghost that's calling
As my Colt begins to rust
In the dust

I'm a killer
I'm a clown
I'm a priest
That's gone to town

 

Led Zeppelin - Hats off to Roy Harper

Gave my baby a twenty dollar bill
If that don't get her, I'm sure my shot, shot, shot-gun will
Yeah, I gave my baby a twenty dollar bill
Well if that don't get that woman, I'm sure my shot-gun will

 

How about Sammy Davis Jr.'s Bang! Bang!

You guys gotta watch this. It's too funny.

 

Another Howlin' Wolf tune:



It could be a spoonful of water
Save you from the desert sand
But one spoon of lead from my 45
Save you from another man

 

Fight: Nailed to the Gun

 

And Disposable Heroes