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Roger

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

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

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

Nana lived on a few more years Christmas '79
I thank God for those childhood of mine
My sister 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 years old and I got the

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

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