Kevin Fowler - Guitars And Guns lyrics

rate me

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