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
Cody jinks - "Fast hand" Heavy horses -"Pale Rider" Dean Brody - "Cattleman's Gun" Marshal Tucker band -"Fire on the mountain" Steel drivers - "Peacemaker" Bad company -"Bad company" Mary Robbins - "Big Iron" Chris knight - "Down the river" Matt Mason - "E" Toby keith - " Should of been a cowboy" These are probably my favorites. Fast hand being the most so.
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!
Dang. It took 150 posts to get to the most played song in America. (And quite possibly the world.) Wyman
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.
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.
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
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
