There's a rifle in my closet
made in 1893,
and carved right on the barrel
it says Winchester Company.
It's been passed through generations.
I've been taught to use it well.
It's put food there on the table,
And it's never been for sale.
There is people in my TV
telling me what's right and wrong,
but not one damn gun of mine
has ever pulled a trigger on its own.
From my cold dead hands.
It's about you and me,
ain't no redneck thing.
Why don't you understand?
You can bitch an moan
all you want.
You'll get my gun
From my cold dead hands.
There is an amendment to a paper
up in Washington DC,
ratified and voted on
by folks like you and me.
Well, it's made it through the ages,
guarantees this country free.
And you can't bet your bottom dollar
it ain't ending here with me.
From my cold dead hands.
It's about you and me,
ain't no redneck thing.
Why don't you understand?
You can bitch an moan
all you want.
You'll get my gun
From my cold dead hands.
From my cold dead hands.
It's about you and me,
ain't no redneck thing.
Why don't you understand?
From my cold dead hands.
It's about you and me,
ain't no redneck thing.
Why don't you understand?
You can bitch an moan
all you want.
You'll get my gun
From my cold dead hands.
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