When I was twelve my father gave me a single shut
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His grand daddy and his daddy before has pased around the hil
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My uncles Joe, God rest his soul, let me an old flat tall
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Waiting til my fingers bleed no one stoped
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Guitars and guns two things that I love
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You might take ém from my colder hands but I ain't giving ém up
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Children are sick and strange bumping my ears
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I'm on a haze in a hill, got a lot of fun it's get
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It's get tired and hard
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I'm on my way and broke it down
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She said now listen son
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Gonna wind up and jereled dad as they keep then hit their guns
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I beat up all guitar it's just look devils too
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For strig it on then drip it some
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I say yeah this will could
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Guitars and guns two things that I love
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You might take ém from my colder hands but I ain't giving ém up
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Children are sick and strange bumping my ears
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I'm on a haze in a hill, got a lot of fun it's get
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It's get tired and hard
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Ooh when we got around my grave
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Safe he went so long
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She give me 21 guns to hit it son
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Guitars and guns two things that I love
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You might take ém from my colder hands but I ain't giving ém up
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Children are sick and strange bumping my ears
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I'm on a haze in a hill, got a lot of fun it's get
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It's get tired and hard
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Guitars and guns two things that I love
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You might take ém from my colder hands but I ain't giving ém up
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Children are sick and strange bumping my ears
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I'm on a haze in a hill, got a lot of fun it's get
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It's get tired and hard
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When you are on a haze on a hill you got a lot of fun
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Make it like you don't know it
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She gota get you some
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Guitars and gun
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Guitars And Guns
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Kevin Fowler |