Michael Martin Murphey I Got the Guns song lyrics

They're little more than a few old guns

Handed down the line.

Once owned by my Grandma and Grandpa,

And now they're mine

They've been all the way to Utah,

Then back home to Texas again.

They've seen Colorado, Wyoming,

And the Grand Canyon.

And hunting trips in the freezing snow

And up before the sun.

And now they're a part of me, I got the guns.

I never really got to know him

I was much too 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 him when I fire his guns

I've seen tears in grown men's eyes when they spoke of their granddad

Then they laugh at how he spoiled then to the bone

Well I don't have those memories that I can hold on to

But I keep holding on to his old guns

I was his only daughter's son,

His pride and all his 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

And I can feel his strength when I hold his guns

I've seen tears in grown men's eyes when they spoke of their granddad

Then they laugh at how he spoiled then to the bone

Well I don't have those memories that I can hold on to

But I keep holding on to his old guns

Just a bolt-action 20 gauge

And my grandmother's 410

A 270 that my dad fired once

And brought a mule deer in

Well I wonder what he'd think of all this going on down here

And making all this fuss about his old guns

I've got the guns