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Roger

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

I really got to know him I was much to young
He on the Corpus Christi Bay when I was one.
A Christian man I barely knew, but he was oh so of me.
He ran the nursery at the church for
"Amazing Grace how sweet the sound" he always
Sometimes I can hear him when I fire them

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

Nana lived on a few more years until '79
I thank God for those memories of mine
My told me in confidence her innocent secret birthday wish,
"dear Lord Nana back to us"
But she got her earrings 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 be half the man he was
He knew love lasted longer. The great only made him stronger
He saved his pennied and to God each night
He knew how to weather times and showed us how to overcome
I can feel his when I hold his guns

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