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Roger

They are little than a few old guns handed down the line.
Once owned by my Nana and Papa, but now are mine.
They've all the way to Utah, then back home to Texas again.
They've 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 know him I was much to
He on the Corpus Christi Bay when I was one.
A man I barely knew, but he was oh so proud of me.
He ran the at the church for free
"Amazing how sweet the sound" he always sung
Sometimes I can hear him when I fire them

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

Nana on a few more years until Christmas '79
I thank God for those childhood memories of
My sister told me in confidence her innocent secret wish,
"dear Lord Nana back to us"
But instead she got her earrings old time 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 depression made him stronger
He saved his pennied and prayed to God night
He knew how to weather hard and showed us how to overcome
I can feel his strength when I hold his

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