The Gun my Daddy Wore
Words and Music by Jeffrey Skinner
Copyright 2022 - Vollmond Music
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Intro
It spoke its piece at Bunker Hill
When the redcoats called the charge
When Jackson stood at New Orleans
Its fame was written large
When Bowie fell at the Alamo
It fired from the wall
At Gettysburg it led the charge
As Pickett's boys did fall
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When I was a Boy, livin' on the farm in Oklahoma.
My Daddy never left the house,
Without a big revolver hangin' at his belt.
Then one night after dinner,
I must have been 12 years old,
I asked my Daddy, where'd that old pistol come from?
He said Son, you're old enough now to know the score
And that trusty piece is more to me than gold
So you just sit and listen to me now
While I tell the mighty tale of that old gun
And I'm proud to own, the gun my Daddy wore
A friend in peace. legacy in war
Seems our soldiers knew their business. back in 1864
And I'm proud to own, the gun my Daddy wore
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With Roosevelt to San Juan Hill
It sailed the Spanish main
In the mud and the blood olf the Western Front
It proved itself again
In the snows of the Ardennes Forest
Once more its voice did ring
Cross the sands of Iwo Jima boy
For liberty it did sing
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And I'm proud to own, the gun my Daddy wore
A friend in peace. legacy in war
Yes our soldiers knew their business.back in 1944
And I'm proud to own, the gun my Daddy wore
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It rode in with the first wave
Of the landing at Inchon
It rode the final chopper out
At the evac of Saigon
Down the dusty streets of Kabul
It serves us once again
And I pray our precious sacrifice
Will never prove in vain
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And I'm proud to own, the gun my Daddy wore
And it won't be me who'll cut and run
When the foe is at our door.
Yes I'm prepared to strap it on
When it's time to go to war
Ever proud to own, the gun my Daddy wore
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