When I was twelve my daddy gave me a single shot .410
His grand daddy and his daddy before had pased on down to him.
My uncle Joe, God rest his soul, left me an old flattop
Played it 'til my fingers bled no and I ain't never stopped.
My momma hated both of them,
She said now listen son.
You're gonna wind up in jail or dead if you keep messin' with them guns.
That beat up old guitar, it's just the devils tool
For singin' all those drinkin songs,
I say yeah ain't it cool