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I Got The Guns - Roger Creager
Written by：Roger Creager
Little more than a few old guns handed
Down the line
Once owned by my nana and papa but now there mine
They have been all the way to utah then back home
To texas again
They have seen colorado wyoming and the grand canyon
Hunting trips in the freezing snow and up before the sun
And now apart of me I got the guns
I never really got to know him I was much
To young
He 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 sung
Sometimes I can hear when a fire his guns
I've seen tears in grown men's eyes when they speak
Of their grand dad
Then they laugh at how he spoiled then to the bone
I don't have those memories that I can hold on to
So I keep hanging on to his old guns
Nana lived on a few more years until christmas '79
I thank god for those childhood memories of mine
My 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 fun
Me I was 8 years old and I got the guns
I was only daughters son his pride and always love
Maybe someday if I try my best I'll be half
The man he was
He knew love lasted longer the great depression only made
Him stronger
He saved his pennies and prayed to god each night
He knew how to weather hard times and showed us
How to overcome
I can feel his strength when I hold his guns
I've seen tears in grown men's eyes when they speak
Of their granddad
Then they laugh at how he spoiled then to the bone
I wonder what he think about this
Going out down here and make such a bash
Love ohm so good
Just fault diction twenty gage
And my grandmothers fourth year
270 that my dad fired once
He brought a muler in