Roger Creager - I Got The Guns Lyrics
Roger CreagerThey are little more than a few old guns handed down the line.Once owned by my Nana and Papa, but now they are mine.They've been all the way to Utah, then back home to Texas again.They've seen Colorado, Wyoming, and the Grand Canyon.Hunting trips in the freezing snow and up before the sun.They're now apart of me, I got the guns.I never really got to know him I was much to youngHe died on the Corpus Christi Bay when I was one.A Christian man I barely knew, but he was oh so proud of me.He ran the nursery at the church for free"Amazing Grace how sweet the sound" he always sungSometimes I can hear him when I fire them gunsChorus:I've seen tears in grown men's eyes when they speak of their granddadThen they laugh at how he spoiled then to the boneI don't have those memories that I can hold on toSo I keep hanging on to his old gunsNana lived on a few more years until Christmas '79I thank God for those childhood memories of mineMy sister told me in confidence her innocent secret birthday wish,"dear Lord bring Nana back to us"But instead she got her earrings old time clip-ons and she had funMe, I was 8 years old and I got the gunsI was only daughter's son, his pride and all his loveMaybe someday if I try my best I'll be half the man he wasHe knew love lasted longer. The great depression only made him strongerHe saved his pennied and prayed to God each nightHe knew how to weather hard times and showed us how to overcomeI can feel his strength when I hold his gunsJust and old bolt-action 16 gaugeAnd my grandmother's 410A 270 that my dad fired onceHe brought a mule deer in
