jhco
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Kenny Wayne Sheppard, Shotgun Blues
Your favorite gun song
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Two Cold Soakers
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Pistol Packin' Momma
Pistol Packin' Momma.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7uESJlJAj7g
Shotgun Boogie is the Cat's Butt. Thanks for the link, chggrbyt
Pistol Packin' Momma.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7uESJlJAj7g
Shotgun Boogie is the Cat's Butt. Thanks for the link, chggrbyt
CajunBass
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I'll add another one.
Utah Carol by Marty Robbins.
And now my friends you've asked me what makes me sad and still
And why my brow is darkened like the clouds upon the hill
Run in your ponies closer and I'll tell to you my tale
Of Utah Carol my partner and his last ride on the trail
We rode the range together and rode it side by side
I loved him like a brother, and I wept when Utah died
We were rounding up one morning when work was almost done
When on his side the cattle started on a frightened run
Underneath the saddle that the boss's daughter rode
Utah that very morning had placed a bright red robe
So the saddle might ride easy for Lenore his little friend
And it was this red blanket that brought him to his end
The blanket was now dragging behind her on the ground
The frightened cattle saw it and charged it with a bound
Lenore then saw her danger and turned her pony's face
And leaning in the saddle tied the blanket to its place
But in leaning lost her balance, fell in front of that wild tide
"Lay still Lenore I'm coming" were the words that Utah cried
His faithful pony saw her and reached her in a bound
I thought he'd been successful, and raised her from the ground
But the weight upon the saddle had not been felt before
His backcinch snapped like thunder and he fell by Lenore
Picking up the blanket he swung it over his head
And started cross the prairie, "Lay still Lenore" he said
When he got the stampede turned and saved Lenore his friend
He turned to face the cattle and meet his fatal end
His six gun flashed like lightning, the report rang loud and clear
As the cattle rushed and killed him he dropped the leading steer
On his funeral morning I heard the preacher say
I hope we'll all meet Utah at the roundup far away
Then they wrapped him in a blanket that saved his little friend
And it was this red blanket that brought him to his end
Utah Carol by Marty Robbins.
And now my friends you've asked me what makes me sad and still
And why my brow is darkened like the clouds upon the hill
Run in your ponies closer and I'll tell to you my tale
Of Utah Carol my partner and his last ride on the trail
We rode the range together and rode it side by side
I loved him like a brother, and I wept when Utah died
We were rounding up one morning when work was almost done
When on his side the cattle started on a frightened run
Underneath the saddle that the boss's daughter rode
Utah that very morning had placed a bright red robe
So the saddle might ride easy for Lenore his little friend
And it was this red blanket that brought him to his end
The blanket was now dragging behind her on the ground
The frightened cattle saw it and charged it with a bound
Lenore then saw her danger and turned her pony's face
And leaning in the saddle tied the blanket to its place
But in leaning lost her balance, fell in front of that wild tide
"Lay still Lenore I'm coming" were the words that Utah cried
His faithful pony saw her and reached her in a bound
I thought he'd been successful, and raised her from the ground
But the weight upon the saddle had not been felt before
His backcinch snapped like thunder and he fell by Lenore
Picking up the blanket he swung it over his head
And started cross the prairie, "Lay still Lenore" he said
When he got the stampede turned and saved Lenore his friend
He turned to face the cattle and meet his fatal end
His six gun flashed like lightning, the report rang loud and clear
As the cattle rushed and killed him he dropped the leading steer
On his funeral morning I heard the preacher say
I hope we'll all meet Utah at the roundup far away
Then they wrapped him in a blanket that saved his little friend
And it was this red blanket that brought him to his end
CajunBass
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And...
Remember the Alamo by Johnny Cash
A hundred and eighty were challenged by Travis to die
By the line that he drew with his sword when the battle was high
Any man that will fight to the death cross over
But if you want to live you'd better fly
And over the line went a hundred and seventy nine
Hey Santa Anna we're killing your soldiers below
That men wherever they go will remember the Alamo
Ol' Bowie lay dying but his powder was ready and dry
Flat on his back Bowie killed them a few in reply
And young Davy Crockett was singing and laughing with gallantry fierce in his eyes
For God and for freedom a man more than willing to die
Hey Santa Anna...
They sent a young scout from the battlements bloody and loud
With the words of farewell from a garrison valiant and proud
Grieve not little darling my dying if Texas is sovereign and free
We'll never surrender and ever with liberty be
Hey Santa Anna...
Remember the Alamo by Johnny Cash
A hundred and eighty were challenged by Travis to die
By the line that he drew with his sword when the battle was high
Any man that will fight to the death cross over
But if you want to live you'd better fly
And over the line went a hundred and seventy nine
Hey Santa Anna we're killing your soldiers below
That men wherever they go will remember the Alamo
Ol' Bowie lay dying but his powder was ready and dry
Flat on his back Bowie killed them a few in reply
And young Davy Crockett was singing and laughing with gallantry fierce in his eyes
For God and for freedom a man more than willing to die
Hey Santa Anna...
They sent a young scout from the battlements bloody and loud
With the words of farewell from a garrison valiant and proud
Grieve not little darling my dying if Texas is sovereign and free
We'll never surrender and ever with liberty be
Hey Santa Anna...
Officers'Wife
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Well... there is the cadence the training Sgts use when they think wives and children are out of earshot...
Then, of course, there is Hoyt Axton's 'Mr Winchester's Gun.' And as long as we are in the twang and sang genre there is Tom T. Hall's 'Turn It On,Turn It On,Turn It On' or nearly anything by Johnny Cash.
And last and definitely least the favorite song on the oldies stations in Lafayette...
"When Bonnie and Clyde, went walking through the sunshine.
A half a dozen carbines opened up on them."
Then, of course, there is Hoyt Axton's 'Mr Winchester's Gun.' And as long as we are in the twang and sang genre there is Tom T. Hall's 'Turn It On,Turn It On,Turn It On' or nearly anything by Johnny Cash.
And last and definitely least the favorite song on the oldies stations in Lafayette...
"When Bonnie and Clyde, went walking through the sunshine.
A half a dozen carbines opened up on them."
CajunBass
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One more and I'll stop...promise.
Just one from "The War." No idea who wrote it, I know it from a Bobby Horton CD.
Riding a raid...
'Tis old Stonewall the Rebel that leans on his sword,
And while we are mounting prays low to the Lord:
"Now each cavalier that loves honor and right,
Let him follow the feather of Stuart tonight."
Come tighten your girth and slacken your rein;
Come buckle your blanket and holster again;
Try the click of your trigger and balance your blade,
For he must ride sure that goes riding a raid.
Now gallop, now gallop to swim or to ford!
Old Stonewall, still watching, prays low to the Lord:
"Goodbye, dear old Rebel! The river's not wide,
And Maryland's lights in her window to guide."
There's a man in the White House with blood on his mouth!
If there's knaves in the North, there are braves in the South.
We are three thousand horses, and not one afraid;
We are three thousand sabres and not a dull blade.
Then gallop, then gallop by ravines and rocks!
Who would bar us the way take his toll in hard knocks;
For with these points of steel, on the line of the Penn
We have made some fine strokes and we'll make 'em again.
Just one from "The War." No idea who wrote it, I know it from a Bobby Horton CD.
Riding a raid...
'Tis old Stonewall the Rebel that leans on his sword,
And while we are mounting prays low to the Lord:
"Now each cavalier that loves honor and right,
Let him follow the feather of Stuart tonight."
Come tighten your girth and slacken your rein;
Come buckle your blanket and holster again;
Try the click of your trigger and balance your blade,
For he must ride sure that goes riding a raid.
Now gallop, now gallop to swim or to ford!
Old Stonewall, still watching, prays low to the Lord:
"Goodbye, dear old Rebel! The river's not wide,
And Maryland's lights in her window to guide."
There's a man in the White House with blood on his mouth!
If there's knaves in the North, there are braves in the South.
We are three thousand horses, and not one afraid;
We are three thousand sabres and not a dull blade.
Then gallop, then gallop by ravines and rocks!
Who would bar us the way take his toll in hard knocks;
For with these points of steel, on the line of the Penn
We have made some fine strokes and we'll make 'em again.
Straight Shooter
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I Shot The Sheriff - Eric Clapton
Blaze of Glory - Jon Bon Jovi
Blaze of Glory - Jon Bon Jovi
zootsuit002
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Tennessee Ernie Ford - Shotgun Boogie
Tennessee Ernie Ford - Shotgun Boogie
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EaX1NkE3rmk
Tennessee Ernie Ford - Shotgun Boogie
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EaX1NkE3rmk
german reloader
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Wow, such a number of great gun songs, thats incredible!
Silvanus
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SZVi2W_fM4A
Not really a gun song, I just like the part where he screams "LET FREEDOM RING WITH THE SHOTGUN BLAST!"
Not really a gun song, I just like the part where he screams "LET FREEDOM RING WITH THE SHOTGUN BLAST!"
THe Dove
BOOMER SOONER!!!
My pappy was a pistol - I'm a son of a gun
And if you ain't a shootin boy's - you ain't a havin' fun!!!
Short and sweet!
The Dove
And if you ain't a shootin boy's - you ain't a havin' fun!!!
Short and sweet!
The Dove
sv51macross
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Not really a gun song but the closest that I know of; 44 Minutes by Megadeth.
Blackbeard
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Wake-up call, Maroon 5. Great song, great video that actually shows him firing a gun. Unbelievable in this censored age.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dkQ0OJ5Byls&playnext_from=TL&videos=gfrTRF82Kh4
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dkQ0OJ5Byls&playnext_from=TL&videos=gfrTRF82Kh4
Rise Against - Hero of war.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_DboMAghWcA
Also Clapton's I shot the sheriff is a classic.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_DboMAghWcA
Also Clapton's I shot the sheriff is a classic.
Dirty Dawg
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One more for The Devil's Right Hand.
XR750
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Big Iron
Marty Robbins
Marty Robbins
Chisel Head
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lawandorder
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Didn't see it if it was posted but this one............
GRINGO PISTOLERO
Allen Wayne Damron, Tim Henderson
When the bandit Chico Cano crossed the river at Boquillas,
Stole the young bride of the rancher Juan Otero,
Juan caught up his fastest mare, and up to Marathon he rode,
To hire himself a gringo pistolero.
Send the word along the river; tell it through the borderland,
That the hound of death is howling after Chico Cano's band.
Juan will seal their fate as surely as the rising of the sun,
With the guns of the Gringo Pistolero.
The round hat of a trooper cast a shadow 'cross his eyes,
As he listened to the tale of Juan Otero.
At the name of Chico Cano there could be no talk of price,
Just the Gringo's vow of vengeance: "Yo arrero."
He oiled his big Colt automatics, and by daylight he was gone.
With the coming cold and darkness he rode into Castollon,
And a drunken bandit caught there read the message, "Talk, or die!"
In the eyes of the Gringo Pistolero.
Where the Canyon Colorado twists its way among the rocks
And the ribbon of the sky is long and narrow,
In a jacal of adobe bruised and tied up on the floor
Wept the sweet wife the rancher Juan Otero.
Bandit mirrors in the cliff top flash the message "Now he comes"
Asked the number of his followers, the number of their guns.
The aviso flashed to Chico like the falling of a stone:
"He comes alone, the Gringo Pistolero."
Hidden high above the canyon where the falcon rides the wind,
Chico's best hawkeyed aviso, Juan Romero,
Tucked his mirror in his shirt and gazed with worry towards the rocks
Where he last had seen the Gringo Pistolero.
Put the sights up to eight hundred, hold a yard left for the wind,
And there's one by-god aviso that will never flash again.
Weeping red tears from a third eye that's a gift he cannot feel
From the Springfield of the Gringo Pistolero.
"Chico Cano, you have stole your last damn US dollar bill.
I have come for you and all your companjeros.
You can fight and do your damnedest or just send the lady out,"
Came the echo of the Gringo Pistolero.
Bandit rifles down the canyon to the left and to the right,
Fearful eyes that watch and waited till the falling of the light,
Angry cutthroats who ignore the weeping lady on the floor,
And through the back door came the Gringo Pistolero.
Big Colt autos spitting thunder death at everything that moved,
Flashing lightning in the jacal long and narrow,
Ending hate and greed and cruelty with final flying truth
From the sure hand of the Gringo Pistolero.
One hot and smoking pistol dropped down empty in the dirt
And another flashed like magic from inside the Gringo's shirt,
And the lead storm never stopped 'til there was no one left unhurt,
But the lady and the Gringo Pistolero.
Word is spread to Ojinaga where the Conchos tumble down
And a man's death can come swifter than an arrow,
That although the law can be empty words until justice could be found,
For no border stopped the Gringo Pistolero.
And the old wives tell how Juan's bride came back beautiful and fair,
Lived happily through children and years of silver hair,
But the young girls said that Otero did not treat her well back there
So she left him for the Gringo Pistolero.
GRINGO PISTOLERO
Allen Wayne Damron, Tim Henderson
When the bandit Chico Cano crossed the river at Boquillas,
Stole the young bride of the rancher Juan Otero,
Juan caught up his fastest mare, and up to Marathon he rode,
To hire himself a gringo pistolero.
Send the word along the river; tell it through the borderland,
That the hound of death is howling after Chico Cano's band.
Juan will seal their fate as surely as the rising of the sun,
With the guns of the Gringo Pistolero.
The round hat of a trooper cast a shadow 'cross his eyes,
As he listened to the tale of Juan Otero.
At the name of Chico Cano there could be no talk of price,
Just the Gringo's vow of vengeance: "Yo arrero."
He oiled his big Colt automatics, and by daylight he was gone.
With the coming cold and darkness he rode into Castollon,
And a drunken bandit caught there read the message, "Talk, or die!"
In the eyes of the Gringo Pistolero.
Where the Canyon Colorado twists its way among the rocks
And the ribbon of the sky is long and narrow,
In a jacal of adobe bruised and tied up on the floor
Wept the sweet wife the rancher Juan Otero.
Bandit mirrors in the cliff top flash the message "Now he comes"
Asked the number of his followers, the number of their guns.
The aviso flashed to Chico like the falling of a stone:
"He comes alone, the Gringo Pistolero."
Hidden high above the canyon where the falcon rides the wind,
Chico's best hawkeyed aviso, Juan Romero,
Tucked his mirror in his shirt and gazed with worry towards the rocks
Where he last had seen the Gringo Pistolero.
Put the sights up to eight hundred, hold a yard left for the wind,
And there's one by-god aviso that will never flash again.
Weeping red tears from a third eye that's a gift he cannot feel
From the Springfield of the Gringo Pistolero.
"Chico Cano, you have stole your last damn US dollar bill.
I have come for you and all your companjeros.
You can fight and do your damnedest or just send the lady out,"
Came the echo of the Gringo Pistolero.
Bandit rifles down the canyon to the left and to the right,
Fearful eyes that watch and waited till the falling of the light,
Angry cutthroats who ignore the weeping lady on the floor,
And through the back door came the Gringo Pistolero.
Big Colt autos spitting thunder death at everything that moved,
Flashing lightning in the jacal long and narrow,
Ending hate and greed and cruelty with final flying truth
From the sure hand of the Gringo Pistolero.
One hot and smoking pistol dropped down empty in the dirt
And another flashed like magic from inside the Gringo's shirt,
And the lead storm never stopped 'til there was no one left unhurt,
But the lady and the Gringo Pistolero.
Word is spread to Ojinaga where the Conchos tumble down
And a man's death can come swifter than an arrow,
That although the law can be empty words until justice could be found,
For no border stopped the Gringo Pistolero.
And the old wives tell how Juan's bride came back beautiful and fair,
Lived happily through children and years of silver hair,
But the young girls said that Otero did not treat her well back there
So she left him for the Gringo Pistolero.
Kernel
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Just to give due credit….. It was Bob Marley that wrote and first recorded “I Shot the Sherriff.”
Clapton's version was just a cover.
Clapton's version was just a cover.
Two Cold Soakers
Member
Peter Rowan - Ruby Ridge
I’ll tell you a story, not long ago
High on a mountain in Idaho
In Idaho, I was living free
Sold a sawed-off shotgun to a deputy
Chorus:
Don’t shoot me down (don’t shoot me down)
Don’t shoot me down (don’t shoot me down)
Got a wife and kids on Ruby Ridge
Please don’t shoot me down
They killed a good dog, they killed my boy
My only son, my pride and joy
They shot my wife dead on the floor
Holding our baby in the cabin door
(Chorus)
If you take a notion and you want to go
Build you a cabin in Idaho
In Idaho, if you’re living free
Don’t sell no shotgun to no deputy
(Chorus)
THIS is my favorite gun song.
http://www.youtube.com/watch#!v=FcY52blM_Nc&feature=related
Rowan's version on his 1996 release "Bluegrass Boy" has a harder drive and stronger instrumentals, but here is an adequate cover.
I’ll tell you a story, not long ago
High on a mountain in Idaho
In Idaho, I was living free
Sold a sawed-off shotgun to a deputy
Chorus:
Don’t shoot me down (don’t shoot me down)
Don’t shoot me down (don’t shoot me down)
Got a wife and kids on Ruby Ridge
Please don’t shoot me down
They killed a good dog, they killed my boy
My only son, my pride and joy
They shot my wife dead on the floor
Holding our baby in the cabin door
(Chorus)
If you take a notion and you want to go
Build you a cabin in Idaho
In Idaho, if you’re living free
Don’t sell no shotgun to no deputy
(Chorus)
THIS is my favorite gun song.
http://www.youtube.com/watch#!v=FcY52blM_Nc&feature=related
Rowan's version on his 1996 release "Bluegrass Boy" has a harder drive and stronger instrumentals, but here is an adequate cover.
KarenTOC
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Cosmoline said:
This is my favorite gun song, but I prefer a version that is not by Tom Waits. I wish I could remember the name of the singer lol.
Hawthorne2k
Member
Never saw the need for a gun song. To me guns are just a tool: It'd be like writing a song about a belt sander...
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