Kevin Fowler - Guitars and Guns (with Cody Johnson) lyrics

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