Stick To Our Guns

[Verse 1]
Gas going up
Market going down
Crime is higher than willy in them big towns
They keep their front door locked
Armed with a camera
Ours is wide ass open with a thumb on a hammer
We don't want no fight
Ain't gonna call 911
We got a god given right
We gonna stick to our guns

[Chorus]
And gonna raise our babies to be troubadours
Some King James and a .44
We're from a long line of long arms in the rack
So till Jesus comes back
Us American daughters and American sons
Were gonna fly that flag and stick to our guns

[Verse 2]
We let 'em lay a little black top
On our dirt roads
Where the quail and the white tail
And we call home
But if them white collar dogs
Come barkin' up a tree that we're sittin' in
Wanting our peace
God bless their souls
Hope they know, father and son
We might let little bucks go
Oh but we stick to our guns

[Chorus]
And gonna raise our babies to be troubadours
Some King James and a .44
We're from a long line of long arms in the rack
So till Jesus comes back
Us American daughters and American sons
Were gonna fly that flag and stick to our guns

[Post Chorus]
Yeah we're gonna stick to our guns

[Bridge]
Now when you bury me down
Six feet in the ground
Stick a pistol in my boot
With a couple hundred rounds
Just in case some big-wig digs me up
And it ain't the holy ghost
The father or his son
Ha ha

[Chorus]
And gonna raise our babies to be troubadours
Some King James and a .44
We're from a long line of long arms in the rack
So till Jesus comes back
Us American daughters and American sons
Were gonna fly that flag and stick to our guns

[Outro]
Yeah we're gonna stick to our guns
Aw come on try to take 'em
And see what happens