Re: Your earworm is ...
It's just an old double barrel twelve
The stock is cracked and it kick's like hell
It wouldn't mean what mean's to me, to no one
I can still hear his voice when I put it to my shoulder
A guns like a woman son, it's all how you hold her
He taught me a whole lot more than how to hunt
And one of these days I'll pass it on to my grandson
My Granddaddy's gun
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