Kevin Fowler – Guitars And Guns lyrics

When I was twelve my father gave me a single shut
His grand daddy and his daddy before has pased around the hil
My uncles Joe, God rest his soul, let me an old flat tall
Waiting til my fingers bleed no one stoped

Guitars and guns two things that I love
You might take ém from my colder hands but I ain't giving ém up
Children are sick and strange bumping my ears
I'm on a haze in a hill, got a lot of fun it's get
It's get tired and hard

I'm on my way and broke it down
She said now listen son
Gonna wind up and jereled dad as they keep then hit their guns
I beat up all guitar it's just look devils too
For strig it on then drip it some
I say yeah this will could

Guitars and guns two things that I love
You might take ém from my colder hands but I ain't giving ém up
Children are sick and strange bumping my ears
I'm on a haze in a hill, got a lot of fun it's get
It's get tired and hard

Ooh when we got around my grave
Safe he went so long
She give me 21 guns to hit it son

Guitars and guns two things that I love
You might take ém from my colder hands but I ain't giving ém up
Children are sick and strange bumping my ears
I'm on a haze in a hill, got a lot of fun it's get
It's get tired and hard

Guitars and guns two things that I love
You might take ém from my colder hands but I ain't giving ém up
Children are sick and strange bumping my ears
I'm on a haze in a hill, got a lot of fun it's get
It's get tired and hard

When you are on a haze on a hill you got a lot of fun
Make it like you don't know it
She gota get you some
Guitars and gun