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Roger

are little more than a few old guns 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.
They've Colorado, Wyoming, and the Grand 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 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 the sound" he always sung
Sometimes I can hear him when I fire guns

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

Nana lived on a few years until Christmas '79
I thank God for childhood memories of mine
My sister told me in confidence her innocent birthday wish,
"dear Lord bring 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 son, his pride 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 only him stronger
He saved his pennied and to God each night
He knew how to weather hard times and us how to overcome
I can feel his when I hold his guns

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