Songs About Firearms
I was trying to think of song about guns today. Only one came to my mind.
The Devil's Right Hand
Steve Earle
About the time that Daddy left to fight the big war
I saw my first pistol in the general store
In the general store, when I was thirteen
Thought it was the finest thing I ever had seen
So l asked if I could have one someday when I grew up
Mama dropped a dozen eggs, she really blew up
She really blew up and I didn't understand
Mama said the pistol is the devil's right hand
The devil's right hand, the devil's right hand
Mama said the pistol is the devil's right hand
My very first pistol was a cap and ball Colt
Shoot as fast as lightnin' but it loads a mite slow
Loads a mite slow and soon I found out
It can get you into trouble but it can't get you out
So then I went and bought myself a Colt 45
Called a peacemaker but I never knew why
Never knew why, I didn't understand
Cause Mama said the pistol is the devil's right hand
Well I get into a card game in a company town
Caught a miner cheating I shot the dog down
Shot the dog down, watched the man fall
Never touched his holster, never had a chance to draw
The trial was in the morning and they drug me out of bed
Asked me how I pleaded, not guilty I said
Not guilty I said, you've got the wrong man
Nothing touched the trigger but the devil's right hand
The Devil's Right Hand
Steve Earle
About the time that Daddy left to fight the big war
I saw my first pistol in the general store
In the general store, when I was thirteen
Thought it was the finest thing I ever had seen
So l asked if I could have one someday when I grew up
Mama dropped a dozen eggs, she really blew up
She really blew up and I didn't understand
Mama said the pistol is the devil's right hand
The devil's right hand, the devil's right hand
Mama said the pistol is the devil's right hand
My very first pistol was a cap and ball Colt
Shoot as fast as lightnin' but it loads a mite slow
Loads a mite slow and soon I found out
It can get you into trouble but it can't get you out
So then I went and bought myself a Colt 45
Called a peacemaker but I never knew why
Never knew why, I didn't understand
Cause Mama said the pistol is the devil's right hand
Well I get into a card game in a company town
Caught a miner cheating I shot the dog down
Shot the dog down, watched the man fall
Never touched his holster, never had a chance to draw
The trial was in the morning and they drug me out of bed
Asked me how I pleaded, not guilty I said
Not guilty I said, you've got the wrong man
Nothing touched the trigger but the devil's right hand
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Charlie Daniels -Simple Man
Now I'm the kinda man that wouldn't harm a mouse
But if I catch somebody breakin in my house
I've got twelve gauge shotgun waiting on the other side
Johnny Cash -Folsom Prison
When I was just a baby
My mama told me son
Always be a good boy
Don't ever play with guns.
But I shot a man in Reno
Just to watch him die
Every time I hear that whistle
I hang my head and I cry.
Billy Dean-Billy the Kid
Strapped on my holster low across my hips
Two Colt .45's with white plastic grips
And I'd head west through our neighborhood
And they'd say 'Here comes young Billy
And he's up to no good'... yeah
I rode a trail through the neighbor's back yard
Shooting the bad guys through my handlebars
Known for my bravery both far and near
Being late for supper was my only fear
Travis Tritt-Modern Day Bonnie and Clyde
Well its a long way to Richmond rollin NORTH on 95.
With a red head ridin shot-gun and a pistol by my side.
Tearin down that highway like a modern day Bonnie and Clyde.
We met at a truck stop, Johnson City Tennessee. I was gasin up my Firebird when
I heard her calling me. Said which way are you headed boy..Do you need some company.
She had me stoppin at a Quick Mart before we made it out of town. Next thing she was runnin at me tellin me to lay that hammer down cuz theres a man right behind me doing his best to slow me down.
Well its a long way to Richmond rollin NORTH on 95.
With a red head ridin shot-gun and a pistol by my side.
Tearin down that highway like a modern day Bonnie and Clyde.
Well we pulled up to a motel in the middle of the night. We were countin all
the money, smokin stolen Marlboro Lights. Lord we never saw em coming till they read us both our rights. (yeah) and its a long way to richmond rollin NORTH on 95.. With a sherriff right beside me, pistol pointed at my side
Confederate Railroad-Notorious
Riding north on Interstate 75
With a nervous fading beauty sitting by his side
And the pistol that he used to pave the way
Down the long black stretches of a dark highway
Ray bought his future with a pound of lead
When he robbed a liquor store and left the clerk for dead
That kid should've put the money in the sack
But he didn't and now there ain't no turning back
These were some off the top of my head. I'm sure there are thousands in the Hip-Hop/Rap genre, but I'm not all that familiar with them [:D]0 -
"Don't take your guns to town Bill" 0 -
Many of the songs w Infinite Mass. 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GUkZTgSzTt4
Actually some policeofficers might enjoy that song also hehe.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cw2mdg6209Y&mode=related&search=
Blazin is good to huh [:D]0 -
Saturday Night Special by Leonard Skinner. Never did like that song. 0 -
Although this isn't a song, I always enjoyed this poem by Rudyard Kipling (author of "The Jungle Book") about the famous British "Brown Bess" musket:
"Brown Bess"
In the days of lace-ruffles, perukes and brocade
Brown Bess was a partner whom none could despise--
An out-spoken, flinty-lipped, brazen-faced jade,
With a habit of looking men straight in the eyes--
At Blenheim and Ramillies fops would confess
They were pierced to the heart by the charms of Brown Bess.
Though her sight was not long and her weight was not small,
Yet her actions were winning, her language was clear;
And everyone bowed as she opened the ball
On the arm of some high-gaitered, grim grenadier.
Half Europe admitted the striking success
Of the dances and routs that were given by Brown Bess.
When ruffles were turned into stiff leather stocks,
And people wore pigtails instead of perukes,
Brown Bess never altered her iron-grey locks.
She knew she was valued for more than her looks.
"Oh, powder and patches was always my dress,
And I think am killing enough," said Brown Bess.
So she followed her red-coats, whatever they did,
From the heights of Quebec to the plains of Assaye,
From Gibraltar to Acre, Cape Town and Madrid,
And nothing about her was changed on the way;
(But most of the Empire which now we possess
Was won through those years by old-fashioned Brown Bess.)
In stubborn retreat or in stately advance,
From the Portugal coast to the cork-woods of Spain,
She had puzzled some excellent Marshals of France
Till none of them wanted to meet her again:
But later, near Brussels, Napoleon--no less--
Arranged for a Waterloo ball with Brown Bess.
She had danced till the dawn of that terrible day--
She danced till the dusk of more terrible night,
And before her linked squares his battalions gave way,
And her long fierce quadrilles put his lancers to flight:
And when his gilt carriage drove off in the press,
"I have danced my last dance for the world!" said Brown Bess.
If you go to Museums--there's one in Whitehall--
Where old weapons are shown with their names writ beneath,
You will find her, upstanding, her back to the wall,
As stiff as a ramrod, the flint in her teeth.
And if ever we English had reason to bless
Any arm save our mothers', that arm is Brown Bess!
- Rudyard Kipling0 -
Saw them in concert ... enjoy. http://youtube.com/watch?v=4v8HWO06PlM
Title: 45
Artist: Shinedown
Send away for a priceless gift
One not subtle, one not on the list
Send away for a perfect world
One not simply, so absurd
In these times of doing what you're told
You keep these feelings, no one knows
What ever happened to the young man's heart
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart
And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45,
Swimming through the ashes of another life
No real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45
Send a message to the unborn child
Keep your eyes open for a while
In a box high up on the shelf, left for you, no one else
There's a piece of a puzzle known as life
Wrapped in guilt, sealed up tight
What ever happened to the young man's heart
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart
[CHORUS]
Everyone's pointing their fingers
Always condemning me
And nobody knows what I believe
I believe
[CHORUS]0 -
Man, how did you guys miss this one
Saturday Night Special
Lynyrd Skynyrd
Two feets they come a creepin
Like a black cat do
And two bodies are lyin naked
Creeper think he got nothin to lose
So he creeps into this house, yeah
And unlocks the door
And while a man reaching for his trousers
Shoots him full of .38 holes
(chorus)
Its a saturday night special
Got a barrel thats blue and cold
Aint no good for nothin
But put a man six feet in a hole
Big jims been drinkin whiskey
And playing poker on a losin night
Pretty soon, big jim starts a thinkin
Somebody been cheatin and lyin
So big jim commences to fightin
I wouldnt tell you no lie
And big jim done grab his pistol
Shot his friend right between the eyes
(chorus)
Hand guns are made for killin
Aint no good for nothin else
And if you like your whiskey
You might even shoot yourself
So why dont we dump em people
To the bottom of the sea
Before some fool come around here
Wanna shoot either you or me0 -
quote:Originally posted by guns-n-painthorses
Man, how did you guys miss this one
Saturday Night Special
Lynyrd Skynyrd
Two feets they come a creepin
Like a black cat do
And two bodies are lyin naked
Creeper think he got nothin to lose
So he creeps into this house, yeah
And unlocks the door
And while a man reaching for his trousers
Shoots him full of .38 holes
(chorus)
Its a saturday night special
Got a barrel thats blue and cold
Aint no good for nothin
But put a man six feet in a hole
Big jims been drinkin whiskey
And playing poker on a losin night
Pretty soon, big jim starts a thinkin
Somebody been cheatin and lyin
So big jim commences to fightin
I wouldnt tell you no lie
And big jim done grab his pistol
Shot his friend right between the eyes
(chorus)
Hand guns are made for killin
Aint no good for nothin else
And if you like your whiskey
You might even shoot yourself
So why dont we dump em people
To the bottom of the sea
Before some fool come around here
Wanna shoot either you or me
Yep, a classic Southern Rock!0 -
Don't forget the 1962 classic from Lorne Green, "Ringo."
He lay face down in the desert sand
Clutching a sixgun in his hand
Shot from behind, I thought he was dead
For under his heart was an ounce of lead
But a spark still burned, so I used my knife
And late that night I saved the life
Of Ringo......0 -
Hey, Joe,
Oh where you're goin' with that gun in your . . .?
Hey, Joe,
I said, where you goin' with that gun in your hand?"
"I'm goin' down to shoot my old lady.
You know I caught her messin' 'round with another man.
Yeah, I'm goin' down to shoot my old lady.
You know I caught her messin' 'round with another man.
Huh, and that ain't too cool."
"Hey, Joe,
I heard you shot your woman down,
You shot her down, now.
Hey, Joe,
I heard you shot your old lady down,
shot her down to the ground."
"Yes I did, I shot her.
You know I caught her messin' 'round, messin' 'round town.
Yes I did, I shot her.
You know I caught my old lady messin' 'round town,
And I gave her the gun.
I shot her."
"Alright,
Show them one more time again, baby
Yeah,
Oh . . ."
"Hey, Joe,
Where you gonna run to now?
Where you gonna run to?
Hey, Joe, I said,
Where you gonna run to now?
Where you . . . where you gonna go?"
"Well, dig,
I'm goin' way down south,
Way down to Mexico way.
Alright!
I'm goin' way down south,
Way down where I can be free.
Ain't no one gonna find me.
Ain't no hangman gonna,
He ain't gonna put a rope around me
You better believe it right now! I gotta go now."
"Hey, hey Joe,
You better run on down
Goodbye everybody .
Hey Joe, from Jimmy Hendrix's album "Are You Experienced", 1967.http://youtube.com/watch?v=m8Ebcx-mTns0 -
Still hot smokin' gun. Robert Cray. 0 -
Battle of New Orleans. 0 -
"Happiness is a Warm Gun"
With the witty refrain,
"Bang, bang, shoot shoot".
And, considering John Lennon's death, the very definition of Irony.0 -
Theme from the Beverly Hillbillies. 0 -
Songs about the IRA
The SAM Song
I have been a Provo now for 15 years or more
with armalites and mortarbombs I thought I knew the score
but now we have a weapon, we've never used before
the Brits are looking worried - and their going to worry more!
Tiocfaidh Ar La, sing Up the 'RA
SAM missiles, in the sky
I started off with petrol bomb and throwing bricks and stones
with a 100 more lads like me I never was along
but soon and learned that bricks and stones won't drive the Brits away
it wasn't very long before, I joined the IRA
Then there came Internment in the year of '71
the Brits thought we were beaten that we were on the run
on that early August morning they kicked'in our back door
but for every man they took away, they missed a hundred more
I spent eight years in the cages, I had time to think and plan
for though they locked away a boy, I walked out a man
and there's only one thing that I learned will in their cell I lay
the Brits will never leave us, until their blown away!
All through the days of Hunger strike I watched my comrades die
while in the streets of Belfast you could hear the women cry
I can't forget the massacre that Friday at Loughgall
I salute my fallen comrades, as I watch the choppers fall
Sniper's Promise (really a beautiful song, give it a listen if you haven't heard it before)
The night was icy cold I stood along
I was waiting for an army foot patrol
And when at last they came into my site
I squeezed the trigger of my armalite
Oh Mama, oh Mama comfort me
For I know these things have got to be
But when the war for freedom has been won
I promise you I'll put away my gun.
A shot rang out, I heard a soldier cry
"Oh please don't leave me here alone to die"
I realized his patrol had run away
And left their wounded comrade for me to slay.
"There's nothing in this world I would not do
If there's mercy in your heart you'll let me live"
And in his eyes I saw a look of pain
As the mussel of my gun moved towards his brain.
The dawn was breaking as I reached my base
I will not forget the look on that boy's face
Fear, agony, and torment where all there
Oh but to your memory, mother, his life I spared.0 -
Marty Robbins did one or two.. 0 -
quote:Originally posted by Colonel Plink
"Happiness is a Warm Gun"
With the witty refrain,
"Bang, bang, shoot shoot".
And, considering John Lennon's death, the very definition of Irony.
I used to use "Happiness is a warm gun - The Beatles" in my signature line. Then I found out that the song had nothing to do with firearms.0 -
cocane blues Johnny cash
Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that lovin' .44 beneath my head
Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I ran too slow
They overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico
Late in the hot joints takin' the pills
In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
He said Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown
You're the dirty heck that shot your woman down
Said yes, oh yes my name is Willy Lee
If you've got the warrant just a-read it to me
Shot her down because she made me sore
I thought I was her daddy but she had five more
When I was arrested I was dressed in black
They put me on a train and they took me back
Had no friend for to go my bail
They slapped my dried up carcass in that county jail
Early next mornin' bout a half past nine
I spied the sheriff coming down the line
Ah, and he coughed as he cleared his throat
He said come on you dirty heck into that district court
Into the courtroom my trial began
Where I was handled by twelve honest men
Just before the jury started out
I saw the little judge commence to look about
In about five minutes in walked the man
Holding the verdict in his right hand
The verdict read murder in the first degree
I hollered Lawdy Lawdy, have a mercy on me
The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen
99 years in the Folsom pen
99 years underneath that ground
I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch down
Come on you've gotta listen unto me
Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be
machine gun jimmy hendrix0 -
Mr. Shorty......Marty Robbins
Nobody knew where he came from
They only knew he came in
Slowly he walked to the end of the bar
And he ordered up one slug of gin.
Well, I could see that he wasn't a large man
I could tell that he wasn't too tall
I judged him to be 'bout five-foot three
And his voice was a soft Texas drawl.
Said he was needin' some wages
'Fore he could ride for the west
Said he could do most all kind of work
Said he could ride with the best.
There in his blue eyes was sadness
That comes from the need of a friend
And tho' he tried, he still couldn't hide
The loneliness there, deep within.
Said he would work thru the winter
For thirty a month and his board
I started to say where he might land a job
When a fellow came in thru the door.
And I could tell he was lookin' for trouble
From the way that he came stompin' in
He told me to leave Shorty there by himself
Come down and wait on a man.
The eyes of the little man narrowed
The smile disappeared from his face
Gone was the friendliness that I had seen
And a wild look of hate took its' place.
But the big one continued to mock him
And he told me that I'd better go
Find him a couple of glasses of milk
Then maybe Shorty would grow.
When the little man spoke, there was stillness
He made sure that everyone heard
Slowly he stepped away from the bar
And I still remember these words.
Oh! it's plain that you're lookin' for trouble
Trouble's what I try to shun
If that's what you want, then that's what you'll get
'Cause cowboy, we're both packin' guns.
His hand was already positioned
Feet wide apart on the floor
I hadn't noticed but there on his hip
Was a short-barreled Bass Forty-Four.
It was plain he was ready and waitin'
He leaned a bit forward and said
When you call me Shorty, say Mister, my friend
Maybe you'd rather be dead.
In the room was a terrible silence
As the big one stepped out on the floor
All drinkin' stopped and the tick of the clock
Said death would wait ten seconds more.
He cussed once or twice in a whisper
And he said with a snarl on his lips
Nobody's Mister to me, little man!
And he grabbed for the gun on his hips.
But the little man's hands was like lightning
The Bass Forty-Four was the same
The Forty-Four spoke and it sent lead and smoke
And seventeen inches of flame.
For the big one had never cleared leather
Beaten before he could start
A little round hole had appeared on his shirt
The bullet went clear thru his heart.
The little man stood there a moment
Then holstered the Bass Forty-Four
It's always this way so I never stay
Slowly he walked out the door.
Nobody knew where he came from
They won't forget he came by
They won't forget how a Forty-Four gun
One night made the difference in size.
As for me, I'll remember the sadness
Shown in the eyes of the man
If we meet someday, you can bet I would say
That it's me, Mr. Shorty, your friend0 -
I'm your shotgun
shoot it while you run ???? late 60's0 -
Lyle Lovett - L.A. County
http://www.lyricsdownload.com/lyle-lovett-la-county-lyrics.html0 -
Give me 3 steps. 0 -
Aerosmith-
Janie's got a gun0 -
machine gun kelly-James Taylor [^] Loko[:D] 0 -
shotgun-Southern Culture on the Skids
They actually list, and use a remington 870 as an instrument on their album.
Gotta plastic, West Virginia truck stop cowboy hat.
You can not buy true love and you can't shoot its ass.
Pawn shop, package dealer, shotgun in the rain.
Pink eyes, hocks and rice, and let the angels sing!
You in trouble boy, you'd better run.
Here come yo' women with a shotgun!
Ben0 -
THE SAM SONG was quite interesting. Don't come across lyrics like that in America too often. It is only natural for people to write songs about there struggles. We just don't see them in English.
Makes me wonder what they sing about in Hamas circles. "I hate Israel. I hate Fatah. Lets blow something up. Iran me bought this gun..." Sorry if it offended anyone,0 -
"Big Iron " by the late Marty Robbins:
To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine day
Hardly spoke to folks around him didn't have too much to say
No one dared to ask his business no one dared to make a slip
for the stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip
It was early in the morning when he rode into the town
He came riding from the south side slowly lookin' all around
He's an outlaw loose and running came the whisper from each lip
And he's here to do some business with the big iron on his hip
big iron on his hip
In this town there lived an outlaw by the name of Texas Red
Many men had tried to take him and that many men were dead
He was vicious and a killer though a youth of twenty four
And the notches on his pistol numbered one an nineteen more
One and nineteen more
Now the stranger started talking made it plain to folks around
Was an Arizona ranger wouldn't be too long in town
He came here to take an outlaw back alive or maybe dead
And he said it didn't matter he was after Texas Red
After Texas Red
Wasn't long before the story was relayed to Texas Red
But the outlaw didn't worry men that tried before were dead
Twenty men had tried to take him twenty men had made a slip
Twenty one would be the ranger with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip
The morning passed so quickly it was time for them to meet
It was twenty past eleven when they walked out in the street
Folks were watching from the windows every-body held their breath
They knew this handsome ranger was about to meet his death
About to meet his death
There was forty feet between them when they stopped to make their play
And the swiftness of the ranger is still talked about today
Texas Red had not cleared leather fore a bullet fairly ripped
And the ranger's aim was deadly with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip
It was over in a moment and the folks had gathered round
There before them lay the body of the outlaw on the ground
Oh he might have went on living but he made one fatal slip
When he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip0 -
Hank, Jr's "Country Boys Can Survive". I love this song. Has talk of shotguns and his old 45. 0 -
Hi,
2 from the late great Warren Zevon come to mind.
"Roland The Headless Thomson Gunner" and "Lawyers, Guns And Money"
Rick0
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