Just Don't Take My Gun!

A Redneck Love Song

You can have my wife.

I’ll give up my truck.

I admit, without them

Life would really suck.

Take my riding mower

And my rod and reel;

And while you are at it,

Take my new fifth wheel.

That might really hurt;

Life wouldn’t be so fun.

You can take most anything,

Just don’t take my gun!

 

Come and get my tools--

My hammer and my drill.

Don’t forget to also

Take my Solaire grill.

I’ll part with my saws--

Dovetail, chain, and rip.

Take the whole tool shed;

I ain’t gonna quip.

You can have my kids--

Take ‘em one by one.

I’ll get by without ‘em;

Just don’t take my gun!

 

Take my fishing tackle

And my motor boat.

If you want I’ll even

Throw in my last oat.

Go on, take my Stetson

And my Tony Lamas

And that mantle clock there

(Though it was my mama’s).

Hell, take all my clothes--

Don’t bother leaving none.

I don’t need ‘em anyway;

Just don’t take my gun!

 

You can have my sofa

And my favorite chair.

Take my widescreen TV;

I don’t really care.

Go on, take my beer,

My freezer full of grouse,

My washer and my dryer...

Take the whole damn house.

I’ll give you all my tales--

Every yarn I’ve spun.

You can have my heart and soul:

Just don't take my gun!

(6-17-14)