Lyrics

It sits above the mantle on a couple rusty nails It ain't worth a lot of money and it damn sure ain't for sale The good Lord only knows all the stories it could tell My granddaddy's gun He bought it new out of the Sears Roebuck catalog And it shot many shells over the back of an old bird dog It backed the burglar down when grandma took the safety off Of granddaddy's gun It's just an old double-barreled 12 The stock is cracked and it kicks like hell It wouldn't mean what it means to me to no one I can still hear his voice when I put it to my shoulder Guns like a woman's, son, it's all how you hold her Taught me a whole lot more than how to hunt One of these days I'll pass it on to my grandson My granddaddy's gun He handed it to me on the day I turned 13 With a half-shot box of shells and a kit to keep it clean I keep a picture in the case of that sweet old man and me Granddaddy's gun It's just an old double-barreled 12 The stock is cracked and it kicks like hell Wouldn't mean what it means to me to no one I can still hear his voice when I put it to my shoulder Guns like a woman's, son, it's all how you hold her Taught me a whole lot more than how to hunt One of these days I'll pass it on to my grandson My granddaddy's gun There's a long beard hangin' on the livin' room wall That I got with a box call and granddaddy's gun There's a shot up sign up there on 49 That me and Billy Joe shot up one night With granddaddy's gun Well, it sits above the mantle on a couple rusty nails It ain't worth a lot of money and it damn sure ain't for sale
Writer(s): Dallas Davidson, Bobby Olen Pinson, Thomas Rhett Akins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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