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Discussion in 'General Gun Discussions' started by kennyboy, Apr 18, 2006.

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  1. kennyboy

    kennyboy Member

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    Does anyone have any good gun songs that they recommend such as "The Road Goes on Forever" that I saw in another thread?
     
  2. Darth Ruger

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    Got a .38 Special, boys, and it do very well.
    I've got a .32-20, and it's a-burnin'...
    She's got a .38 Special, but I believe it's most too light.
    I've got a .32-20, got to make the cats alright...


    ".32-20 Blues"
    Robert Johnson, 1936
     
  3. Bwana John

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    "little Armalite"

    "And it's down in the Bogside, that's where I long to be,
    Lying in the dark with a Provo company,
    A comrade on me left and another on me right
    And a clip of ammunition for my little Armalite.

    I was stopped by a soldier, said he, You are a swine,
    He beat me with his baton and he kicked me in the groin,
    I bowed and I scraped, sure me manners were polite
    But all the time I'm thinking of me little Armalite.

    And it's down in Crossmaglen, sure that's where I long to be,
    Lying in the dark with a Provo company,
    A comrade on me left and another on me right
    And a clip of ammunition for my little Armalite

    Sure a brave RUC man came up into our street
    Six hundred British soldiers were gathered round his feet
    Come out, ye cowardly Fenians, said he, come out and fight.
    But he cried, I'm only joking, when he heard the Armalite.

    Sure it's down in Kilwilkie, that's where I long to be,
    Lying in the dark with a Provo company,
    A comrade on me left and another on me right
    And a clip of ammunition for my little Armalite.

    Sure, the army came to visit me, 'twas in the early hours,
    With Saladins and Saracens and Ferret armoured cars
    They thought they had me cornered, but I gave them all a fright
    With the armour piercing bullets of my little Armalite.

    And it's down in the Falls Road, that's where I long to be,
    Lying in the dark with a Provo company,
    A comrade on me left and another on me right
    And a clip of ammunition for my little Armalite.

    When Tuzo came to Belfast, he said, The battle's won,
    Said General Ford, We're winning sir, we have them on the run.
    But corporals and privates on patrol at night,
    Said, Send for reinforcements, it's the bloody Armalite.

    And it's up in Ballymurphy, that's where I long to be,
    Lying in the dark with a Provo company,
    A comrade on me left and another on me right
    And a clip of ammunition for my little Armalite.
     
  4. Rob62

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    What about Warren Zevon's "Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner".

    ARTIST: Warren Zevon
    TITLE: Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner
    Lyrics and Chords

    Roland was a warrior from the land of the midnight sun
    With his 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

    / Am C - F / - C - G / 1st / F C G Am /

    Through '66 and 7, 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
    Roland the Thompson gunner

    / F C G Am / /

    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
    Time, time, time, for another peaceful war
    Norway's bravest son
    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

    / C G F Am / C - G - / AmG CG F Am / C G Am - / /

    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
    Roland the headless Thompson gunner
    Roland the headless Thompson gunner, talking about the man
    Roland the headless Thompson gunner

    The eternal Thompson gunner
    Still wand'ring 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

    A classic IMO,

    Regards,
    Rob
     
  5. Can'thavenuthingood

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    "Gun Junky" by Jack Knife and the Sharps. Off the Ace Cafe cd.

    "His finger lingers, on the trigger"

    Vick
     
  6. lawson

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    marty robbins - "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
    for 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 running came the whisper from each lip
    And he's here to do some business with the 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 an nineteen more
    One and nineteen more

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

    Wasn't long before the story was relayed to Texas Red
    But the outlaw didn't worry men that 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

    The morning passed so quickly it was time for them to meet
    It was twenty past eleven when they walked out in the street
    Folks were watching from the windows every-body held their breath
    They knew this handsome ranger was about to meet his death
    About to meet his death

    There was forty feet between them when they stopped to make their play
    And the swiftness of the ranger is still talked about today
    Texas Red had not cleared leather fore 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 folks had gathered round
    There before them lay the body of the outlaw on the ground
    Oh he might have went on living 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

    When he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip.

    that song was written about a 10" Colt SAA clone in .44 special built for Walt Ivie. Marty Robbins was with Ivie when he picked it up for the first time, and was inspired by the "big iron"
     
  7. Ego Archive

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    Somewhat loosely related...

    "Woke Up This Morning" by Alabama 3 (it's the intro to the Soprano's)


    You woke up this morning
    Got yourself a gun,
    Mama always said you'd be
    The Chosen One.

    She said: You're one in a million
    You've got to burn to shine,
    But you were born under a bad sign,
    With a blue moon in your eyes.

    You woke up this morning
    All the love has gone,
    Your Papa never told you
    About right and wrong.

    But you're looking good, baby,
    I believe you're feeling fine, (shame about it),
    Born under a bad sign
    With a blue moon in your eyes.

    You woke up this morning
    The world turned upside down,
    Thing's ain't been the same
    Since the Blues walked into town.

    But you're one in a million
    You've got that shotgun shine.
    Born under a bad sign,
    With a blue moon in your eyes.

    When you woke up this morning everything you had was
    gone. By half past ten your head was going ding-dong.
    Ringing like a bell from your head down to your toes,
    like a voice telling you there was something you should
    know. Last night you were flying but today you're so low
    - ain't it times like these that make you wonder if
    you'll ever know the meaning of things as they appear to
    the others; wives, mothers, fathers, sisters and
    brothers. Don't you wish you didn't function, wish you
    didn't think beyond the next paycheck and the next little
    drink' Well you do so make up your mind to go on, 'cos
    when you woke up this morning everything you had was gone.

    When you woke up this morning,
    When you woke up this morning,
    When you woke up this morning,
    Mama said you'd be the Chosen One.

    When you woke up this morning,
    When you woke up this morning,
    When you woke up this morning,
    You got yourself a gun.
     
  8. MikeK

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    Cheryl Wheeler "Don't Forget the Guns" - she meant the song as sarcasm, but I think it's great! At one point in time you could download it from the net for free, but I can't find the site anymore. I have an mp3 version of it. A group of us were considering making it the gun rights theme song for MD.


    Don't Forget The Guns (a.k.a The Nelson's Ride Along)
    Words And Music By
    Cheryl Wheeler

    Now let's get the kids and pack up the car
    Take that vacation we've been waiting for
    Drive across this country leave our worries far behind
    Singin' four-part harmony to "sweet adeline"

    `Cause I got these books and maps from triple "A"
    We'll visit friends and sites along the way
    So bring the bikes and toys and diapers
    Pay the neighbor's son
    And call to stop the mail and, honey,
    Don't forget the guns

    (Chorus)
    Now don't forget the guns you know exactly what I mean
    Bring the pistols, bring the uzi and the old AR-15
    We don't look for trouble but by golly if we're in it
    It's nice to know we're free to blow nine hundred rounds a minute

    We'll head for Chicago, stop for the night
    Hope for good weather hope the kids don't fight
    They've never seen mt. Rushmore and they ought to understand
    The kind of men who forged our freedom all across this land

    We'll hike up a trail and ride down a street
    Stand by Old Faithful and watch her blow off steam
    When we pack picnic lunches that's not all we'll bring along
    `Cause we'll be packing 45's case anything goes wrong

    (Repeat Chorus)

    Oh riding along we'll follow the sights
    Over the mountains under the pines
    Up to boot hill where they got what they gave
    In the land of the free you've got to be brave

    (Repeat Chorus)

    2/11/89
    (P) May 27, 2003

    Penrod And Higgins Music / Amachrist Music
    ACF Music Group
    International Copyright Reserve
     
  9. seeker_two

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    Willie Nelson had a few....

    Livin on the road my friend, is gonna keep you free and clean
    Now you wear your skin like iron
    Your breath as hard as kerosene
    You weren't your momma's only boy, but her favorite one it seems
    She began to cry when you said goodbye
    And sank into your dreams
    Pancho was a bandit boy, his horse was fast as polished steel
    He wore his gun outside his pants
    For all the honest world to feel
    Pancho met his match you know on the deserts down in Mexico
    Nobody heard his dyin words, ah but that's the way it goes

    All the Federales say, they could've had him any day
    They only let him slip away, out of kindness I suppose

    Lefty he can't sing the blues all night long like he used to
    The dust that Pancho bit down south ended up in Lefty's mouth
    The day they laid poor Pancho low, Lefty split for Ohio
    Where he got the bread to go, there ain't nobody knows

    All the Federales say, they could've had him any day
    They only let him slip away out of kindness I suppose

    The boys tell how old Pancho fell, and Lefty's livin in cheap hotels
    The desert's quiet, Cleveland's cold
    And so the story ends we're told
    Pancho needs your prayers it's true, but save a few for Lefty too
    He only did what he had to do, and now he's growing old

    All the Federales say, they could've had him any day
    They only let him go so long, out of kindness I suppose

    A few gray Federales say, they could've had him any day
    They only let him go so long, out of kindness I suppose

    ______________________________________________

    He looked down into her brown eyes,
    Said, " Say a prayer for me."
    She threw her arms around him,
    Whispered, "God will keep us free."
    They could hear the riders comin,
    He said, "This is my last fight.
    If they take me back to Texas,
    They won't take me back alive."

    Chorus
    There were seven Spanish Angels,
    At the alter of the Sun.
    They were prayin' for the lovers,
    In the valley of the gun.
    When the battle stopped,
    And the smoke cleared.
    There was thunder from the throne.
    And seven Spanish angels,
    Took another angel home.

    She reached down and picked the gun up,
    That lay smokin in his hand.
    She said, "Father please forgive me,
    I can't make it without my man."
    And she knew the gun was empty,
    And she knew she couldn't win.
    Her final prayer was answered,
    When the rifles fired again.

    Chorus
    __________________________________________

    I was a highwayman. Along the coach roads I did ride
    With sword and pistol by my side
    Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade
    Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade
    The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-five
    But I am still alive.

    I was a sailor. I was born upon the tide
    And with the sea I did abide.
    I sailed a schooner round the Horn to Mexico
    I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow
    And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed
    But I am living still.

    I was a dam builder across the river deep and wide
    Where steel and water did collide
    A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado
    I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below
    They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound
    But I am still around..I'll always be around..and around and around and
    around and around

    I fly a starship across the Universe divide
    And when I reach the other side
    I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can
    Perhaps I may become a highwayman again
    Or I may simply be a single drop of rain
    But I will remain
    And I'll be back again, and again and again and again and again..
     
  10. Bwana John

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    seeker_two,
    Those are three of my favorites, I love the deut of Willy and Ray Charles in "7 Spanish Angels"
     
  11. Eleven Mike

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    I've been wandering about Poncho and Lefty. Did Lefty "get the bread" by selling Poncho out to the Federales? Is that "what he had to do"?

    Who's responsible for this "little Armalite" song?
     
  12. Detritus

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    Isn't that, The Police...
     
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    Bubba shot the Jukebox (Sung by Joe Diffie??)

    We were all down at Margie's Bar
    Tellin' Stoires if we had one
    Somebory fired up the old Jukebox
    Th' song it played shore was a sad one
    Teardroped rolled down Bubbas nose
    From the pain the song was inflicting
    All at once he jumped to his feet
    Just somebody kicked him
    Chorus:
    Bubba shot the Jukebox last night...
    Said it played a sad song that made him cry...
    Went to his truck and got a .45....
    Bubba shot the Jukebox last night...

    Bubba ain't never been accused
    of bein' mentaly stable
    So we did not draw an easy breath
    Till he laid that Colt on the table
    He hung his head till the cops showed up
    An' dragged him right outta Margie's
    Don't play dumb with us, boy
    You know damn well what the charge is
     
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  14. Can'thavenuthingood

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    Jon Hiatt

    “The Wreck of The Barbie Ferrari”

    Saturday night he comes home stinking
    Sunday morning she wakes up thinking and thinking and thinking and thinking
    Does she need to get the kids dressed to go to church
    He’s pulled a shotgun out of the lurch
    He heads for the tv room starts to search
    His problems swollen like a river and his reality’s shrinking
    He finds them huddled by the toy box and splatters ’em all
    The ken and the midge and the skipper doll
    They look like a family but they’re really not at all

    Well he’s sad but he ain’t sorry
    It ain’t the end of the world
    It’s just the wreck of the barbie ferrari

    He wonders if he ever said I do
    To that little blonde plastic voodoo
    And his mind’s gone fishin’
    Well it started just as plain as the nose on your face
    Now it’s in a thousand peices all over the place
    He thought she was driving but it’s twisted beyond recognition
    All the diapers and the tutus and the basketballs
    She was givin’ them a lift to the promised mall
    But somewhere by the tv that v-12 stalled
    As he loaded the chamber her eyes got starry
    It ain’t the end of the world
    It’s just wreck of the barbie ferrari
    When they get home from church won’t they be sorry
    He’s cornered ’em all on his urban safari

    It ain’t the end of the world...

    He’s played with cars and guns since he could crawl
    Now he wishes he’d never met that doll with her face gone
    There wasnt nothing he ever thought about
    He couldn’t drive through or shoot his way out
    As he surveys the family room littered with dolls
    He can’t find one leg to stand on
    He aims the gun at his head now he’s starting to cry
    Looking for the courage to let it fly
    Can’t live without his family now that something has died
    He’s not sure who’s hurt not sure who’s sorry

    It ain’t the end of the world...


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    From the "Perfectly Good Guitar" cd. Its excellent, worth the $.

    Vick
     
  15. Stickjockey

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    Well, we're all off to Dublin
    in the green, in the green,
    Where the helmets glisten in the sun;
    Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash
    to the echo of a Thompson gun.

    from The Merrie Ploughboy
    author unknown
     
  16. Bwana John

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    While the version I have was performed by "The Swinging Irish Bobs" I would guess that the ultimate resposibility for that particiluar song lies with "Her Majesty The Queen", and the actions of her Goverment all the way back to the time of Oliver Chromwell.

    The referance to the RUC refers to the "Royal Ulster Constabulary"

    It is a Irish Republician (IRA) song.
     
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    While they are not "guns" in the traditional sence of the word heres a couple of tunes that relate to hand held, shoulder fired weapons.

    If I had a Rocket Launcher, some SOB would die"

    "here comes the helicopter -- second time today
    everybody scatters and hopes it goes away
    how many kids they've murdered only god can say
    if i had a rocket launcher...i'd make somebody pay.

    i don't believe in guarded borders and i don't believe in hate
    i don't believe in generals or their stinking torture states
    and when i talk with the survivors of things too sickening to relate
    if i had a rocket launcher...i would retaliate

    on the rio lacantun one hundred thousand wait
    to fall down from starvation -- or some less humane fate.
    cry for guatemala, with a corpse in every gate
    if i had a rocket launcher...i would not hesitate

    i want to raise every voice -- at least i've got to try.
    every time i think about it water rises to my eyes.
    situation desperate echoes of the victims cry
    if i had a rocket launcher...some sonofabitch would die



    "The SAM Song"

    Well I have been a Provo now for 15 years or more
    with armalites and mortarbombs I thought I knew the score
    But now we have a weapon, we've never used before
    The Brits are looking worried - and they're going to worry more!

    Tiocfaidh Ár Lá, sing Up the ´Ra
    SAM Missiles in the sky

    I started off with petrol bombs and throwing bricks and stones
    With a hundred more lads like me, I never was alone
    But soon I learned that bricks and stones won't drive the Brits away
    It wasn't very long before - I joined the I.R.A.

    Then there came Internments in the year of '71
    The Brits thought we were beaten, that we were on the run
    On that early August morning they kicked in our back door
    but for every man they took away, they missed a hundred more

    I spent eight years in the cages, I had time to think and plan
    for though they locked away a boy, I walked out a man
    and there's only one thing that I learned while in their cell I lay
    the Brits will never leave us, until they're blown away!

    All through the days of hunger strike I watched my comrades die
    while in the streets of Belfast you could hear the women cry
    I can't forget the massacre that Friday at Loughgall
    I salute my fallen comrades, as I watch their choppers fall
     
  18. seeker_two

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    To quote the Red-Headed Stranger....

    "Pancho met his match you know on the deserts down in Mexico
    Nobody heard his dyin words, ah but that's the way it goes"


    Pancho tried his luck, but Lefty was slightly luckier (& got the Federales' reward for Pancho's head, too)... :cool:
     
  19. Jeff White

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    Don't forget Lawyers Guns and Money also by Warren Zevon.

    Silent Running by Mike and the Mechanics has a good gun reference.

    Jeff
     
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