Pistols On The Levee

I remember shootin' pistols on the levee

My right hand, man, it seemed real heavy

A bullet and some broken glass, a little pull back

"Hey, Dad, did you see that?" Yeah

And Mamaw hollerin', "Y'all come in and eat"

And, buddy, I wish he was here so you could meet

The one that raised me up to be a man

I brought you down here to show you who I am

'Cause you're ready

There's more to me and you than a pocket knife

And a hand-me-down Chevy

It's all aim big and miss small, shoot for the moon

And the stars will fall all over you

Keep your hands and your heart always steady

Like pistols on the levee

I used to use the magnolia pods as grenades

Bite the stem off and it was bombs away

And the smell of that paper mill would make you think the devil still

Went down to Georgia but stopped here on the way

I brought you down here to show you who I am

'Cause you're ready

There's more to me and you than a pocket knife

And a hand-me-down Chevy

It's all aim big and miss small, shoot for the moon

And the stars will fall all over you

Keep your hands and your heart always steady

Like pistols on the levee

My Daddy, he's gone, now this is our little story

And that Louisiana runs deep like tattered Old Glory

Son, one day you'll tell little Jack or little Betty

About pistols on the levee, yeah

(Pistols on the levee)

(Pistols on the levee)