Fred Eaglesmith - Pistons And Rifles Lyrics
Grandpa sits by the back doorAnd he can't see anymoreHe lost his sight in '64You can lead him like a horse to waterBut in the evening when the shadows get longI sit and I play him my favourite songs He listens for a while but it doesn't take longAnd he's a'hollerin'He says "Play me a song about rifles and pistols,Winchesters, Smiths & Wessons, 45's and Enfields,Saddle 'em up and ride 'em downThere's a darkness out on the edge of townPreacher at the grave site with the biblePlay me a song 'bout pistols and rifles"Grandpa's born in 1904And he never fought in any warsToo old for the Second, too young for the First. he told meBut he loves to hear them cowboy songsThe ones that just go on and onHe listens till his head would nod And he's a'snorin'He says "Play me a song about rifles and pistols,Winchesters, Smiths & Wessons, 45's and EnfieldsSaddle 'em up and ride 'em downThere's a darkness out on the edge of townPreacher at the grave site with the biblePlay me a song 'bout pistols and rifles"Not last week but the week before lastI led my old Grandpa down the pathOut where the prairie grasses grow for milesI showed him where to point and how to standPut and old Henry rifle in his handAnd you should have heard him laughin' when he got it firingHe says "Play me a song about rifles and pistols,Winchesters, Smiths & Wessons, 45's and EnfieldsSaddle 'em up and ride 'em downThere's a darkness out on the edge of townPreacher at the grave site with the biblePlay me a song 'bout pistols and rifles"Grandpa sits by the back doorAnd he can't see any more He lost his sight in '64You can lead him like a horse to water
