Justin Moore - Guns lyrics

I started out with a 410
Then moved to a 20 gauge
Every squirrel and rabbit in Dallas
County knew my name
I sat on the stand with PawPaw from
The time I was three years old
When I was eight I used a muzzle
Loader to kill my first doe
These days I go down to Walmart and
They set them in the back
Some people wanna take them away
Why don't you go bust them
Boys that selling crack

Guns, whether Remingtons and Glocks
Come on, man, it ain't like I'm a slinging
Them on the block
I'm going to tell you once and listen son
As long as I'm alive and breathing
You won't take my guns

If there ever was a time we need them
I'd say it be today
When we're letting them terrorists
Watch cable TV
And walk out of Guantanamo Bay
I just try to do the right thing
And raise my family in this land
Treating me like you want to be treated
And that's what I call a man
If we don't have them
What do we do? Tell me where we going to go
Somebody breaks into my house
I'm going to need my Colt 44

No, you can take them from me when you
Take them from my grandpa and my daddy