I Got The Guns

<br>Roger Creager<br><br>They are little more than a few old guns handed down the line.<br>Once owned by my Nana and Papa, but now they are mine.<br>They`ve been all the way to Utah, then back home to Texas again.<br>They`ve seen Colorado, Wyoming, and the Grand Canyon.<br>Hunting trips in the freezing snow and up before the sun.<br>They`re now apart of me, I got the guns.<br><br>I never really got to know him I was much to young<br>He died on the Corpus Christi Bay when I was one.<br>A Christian man I barely knew, but he was oh so proud of me.<br>He ran the nursery at the church for free<br>&quot;Amazing Grace how sweet the sound&quot; he always sung<br>Sometimes I can hear him when I fire them guns<br><br>Chorus:<br>I`ve seen tears in grown men`s eyes when they speak of their granddad<br>Then they laugh at how he spoiled then to the bone<br>I don`t have those memories that I can hold on to <br>So I keep hanging on to his old guns<br><br>Nana lived on a few more years until Christmas `79<br>I thank God for those childhood memories of mine<br>My sister told me in confidence her innocent secret birthday wish,<br>&quot;dear Lord bring Nana back to us&quot;<br>But instead she got her earrings old time clip-ons and she had fun<br>Me, I was 8 years old and I got the guns<br><br>I was only daughter`s son, his pride and all his love<br>Maybe someday if I try my best I`ll be half the man he was<br>He knew love lasted longer. The great depression only made him stronger<br>He saved his pennied and prayed to God each night<br>He knew how to weather hard times and showed us how to overcome<br>I can feel his strength when I hold his guns<br><br>Just and old bolt-action 16 gauge<br>And my grandmother`s 410<br>A 270 that my dad fired once<br>He brought a mule deer in