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Roger

They are little more than a few old handed down the line.
Once owned by my Nana and Papa, but now are mine.
They've been all the way to Utah, then home to Texas again.
They've seen Colorado, Wyoming, and the Canyon.
Hunting trips in the freezing and up before the sun.
They're now of me, I got the guns.

I never got to know him I was much to young
He died on the Corpus Christi Bay I was one.
A Christian man I knew, but he was oh so proud of me.
He ran the nursery at the church for
"Amazing Grace how sweet the sound" he sung
Sometimes I can hear him when I them guns

I've seen tears in grown men's eyes they speak of their granddad
Then laugh at how he spoiled then to the bone
I don't those memories that I can hold on to
So I keep hanging on to his old

Nana on a few more years until Christmas '79
I thank God for those childhood memories of
My sister told me in confidence her secret birthday wish,
"dear bring Nana back to us"
But instead she got her old time clip-ons and she had fun
Me, I was 8 old and I got the guns

I was only daughter's son, his and all his love
Maybe someday if I try my best I'll be the man he was
He knew love lasted longer. The great depression made him stronger
He saved his pennied and prayed to God night
He knew how to weather hard times and showed us how to
I can feel his strength I hold his guns

and old bolt-action 16 gauge
And my 410
A 270 that my dad once
He a mule deer in