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Something To Shoot
by Chris Wall
I was born and raised way out west
But the thing that I
like 'bout livin' here best
It ain't the mountains, the valleys, the hats
or the boots
It's havin' plenty of guns and something to shoot.
We got shotguns and sixguns, got a shipload of guns
Shootin' farmers and critters is a shitload of fun
I don't care about the
money, I don't care about the loot
Give me Jack Daniels whisky and
something to shoot.
Now there's a whole herd of hell right there in a line
But
it's a pain in the ass to shoot them one at a time
And I'm way below quota,
I've had a bad day
Boy, what I wouldn't give for just one hand grenade.
I don't care about the future, I don't care about the past
As long as I've got some creatures to blast
We got deer, we got elk, we
got old owls that hoot
And when I killed 'em all there'll be Yankees to
shoot.
Don't you tailgate me, son, get off my back
I got a 30.6
right here in the rack
And this ain't New Jersey, we don't honk, we don't
yell
And if you touch that bumper, I'll blow you to hell.
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