Roger Creager
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They are little more than a few old guns handed down the line.
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Once owned by my Nana and Papa, but now they're mine.
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They've been all the way to Utah, then back home to Texas again.
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They've seen Colorado, Wyoming, and the Grand Canyon.
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Hunting trips in the freezing snow and up before the sun.
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And now they're apart of me, I got the guns.
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I never really got to know him I was much to young
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He died on the Corpus Christi Bay when I was one.
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A Christian man I barely knew, but he was oh so proud of me.
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He ran the nursery at the church for free
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"Amazing Grace how sweet the sound" he always sung
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Sometimes I can hear him when I fire his guns
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Chorus:
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I've seen tears in grown men's eyes when they speak of their granddad
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Then they laugh at how he spoiled then to the bone
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I don¡¯t have those memories that I can hold on to
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So I keep hanging on to his old guns
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Nana lived on a few more years until Christmas '79
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I thank God for those childhood memories of mine
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My sister told me in confidence her innocent secret birthday wish,
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"dear Lord bring Nana back to us"
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But instead she got her earrings old time clip-ons and she had fun
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Me, I was 8 years old and I got the guns
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I was only daughter's son, his pride and all his love
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Maybe someday if I try my best I'll be half the man he was
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He knew love lasted longer. The great depression only made him stronger
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He saved his pennies and prayed to God each night
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He knew how to weather hard times and showed us how to overcome
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I can feel his strength when I hold his guns.
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I've seen tears in grown men's eyes when they speak of their granddad
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Then they laugh at how he spoiled then to the bone
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But i wonder what he'd think of all this goin on down here and makin such a fuss about some old guns.
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Just a bolt action 20 gauge
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And my grandmother's 410
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A 270 that my dad fired once
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an brought a mule deer in.
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I Got The Guns
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Roger Creager |