It sits above the mantle on a couple rusty nails
It ain't worth a lot of money and it damn sure ain't for sale
The good Lord only knows all the stories it could tell
My granddaddy's gun
He bought it new out of the Sears Roebuck catalog
And it shot many shells over the back of an old bird dog
It backed the burglar down when grandma took the safety off
Of granddaddy's gun
It's just an old double-barreled 12
The stock is cracked and it kicks like hell
It wouldn't mean what it means to me to no one
I can still hear his voice when I put it to my shoulder
Guns like a woman's, son, it's all how you hold her
Taught me a whole lot more than how to hunt
One of these days I'll pass it on to my grandson
My granddaddy's gun
He handed it to me on the day I turned 13
With a half-shot box of shells and a kit to keep it clean
I keep a picture in the case of that sweet old man and me
Granddaddy's gun
It's just an old double-barreled 12
The stock is cracked and it kicks like hell
Wouldn't mean what it means to me to no one
I can still hear his voice when I put it to my shoulder
Guns like a woman's, son, it's all how you hold her
Taught me a whole lot more than how to hunt
One of these days I'll pass it on to my grandson
My granddaddy's gun
There's a long beard hangin' on the livin' room wall
That I got with a box call and granddaddy's gun
There's a shot up sign up there on 49
That me and Billy Joe shot up one night
With granddaddy's gun
Well, it sits above the mantle on a couple rusty nails
It ain't worth a lot of money and it damn sure ain't for sale
