Granddaddy's Rifle
(Verse 1)
In the corner of the attic, covered up with dust,
An old wooden box held treasures, things I knew I'd trust.
With a creak, I opened it, and there it lay inside,
Granddaddy's rifle, worn and old, but filled with pride.
(Chorus)
Granddaddy's rifle, worn but true,
Tales of hunting, me and you.
Every scratch and dent it wears,
Holds the memories, all the prayers.
A symbol of the lessons learned,
With every bullet, fire burned.
In my hands, it feels so right,
Guiding me through darkest nights.
(Verse 2)
He taught me in the summer sun, how to aim and how to hold,
Said, "Respect the land, my boy, and the stories will unfold."
From the whistling of the wind, to the crack of breaking dawn,
Every time I pulled that trigger, I felt his spirit strong.
(Chorus)
Granddaddy's rifle, worn but true,
Tales of hunting, me and you.
Every scratch and dent it wears,
Holds the memories, all the prayers.
A symbol of the lessons learned,
With every bullet, fire burned.
In my hands, it feels so right,
Guiding me through darkest nights.
(Bridge)
Through the woods and fields we roamed,
With laughter in the air, I felt at home.
From campfire stories, to quiet nights,
He showed me how to find the light.
(Verse 3)
Now I stand here, years have passed,
With the weight of love and memories cast.
When I take it out to the open air,
I hear his voice whisper, "Son, always care."
(Chorus)
Granddaddy's rifle, worn but true,
Tales of hunting, me and you.
Every scratch and dent it wears,
Holds the memories, all the prayers.
A symbol of the lessons learned,
With every bullet, fire burned.
In my hands, it feels so right,
Guiding me through darkest nights.
(Outro)
So here's to you, Granddaddy dear,
With every shot, I feel you near.
Your love lives on in this old steel,
In every hunt, I know you're real.
Granddaddy's rifle, forever mine,
A legacy of love, through space and time.
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Granddaddy's Rifle
(Verse 1)
In the corner of the attic, covered up with dust,
An old wooden box held treasures, things I knew I'd trust.
With a creak, I opened it, and there it lay inside,
Granddaddy's rifle, worn and old, but filled with pride.
(Chorus)
Granddaddy's rifle, worn but true,
Tales of hunting, me and you.
Every scratch and dent it wears,
Holds the memories, all the prayers.
A symbol of the lessons learned,
With every bullet, fire burned.
In my hands, it feels so right,
Guiding me through darkest nights.
(Verse 2)
He taught me in the summer sun, how to aim and how to hold,
Said, "Respect the land, my boy, and the stories will unfold."
From the whistling of the wind, to the crack of breaking dawn,
Every time I pulled that trigger, I felt his spirit strong.
(Chorus)
Granddaddy's rifle, worn but true,
Tales of hunting, me and you.
Every scratch and dent it wears,
Holds the memories, all the prayers.
A symbol of the lessons learned,
With every bullet, fire burned.
In my hands, it feels so right,
Guiding me through darkest nights.
(Bridge)
Through the woods and fields we roamed,
With laughter in the air, I felt at home.
From campfire stories, to quiet nights,
He showed me how to find the light.
(Verse 3)
Now I stand here, years have passed,
With the weight of love and memories cast.
When I take it out to the open air,
I hear his voice whisper, "Son, always care."
(Chorus)
Granddaddy's rifle, worn but true,
Tales of hunting, me and you.
Every scratch and dent it wears,
Holds the memories, all the prayers.
A symbol of the lessons learned,
With every bullet, fire burned.
In my hands, it feels so right,
Guiding me through darkest nights.
(Outro)
So here's to you, Granddaddy dear,
With every shot, I feel you near.
Your love lives on in this old steel,
In every hunt, I know you're real.
Granddaddy's rifle, forever mine,
A legacy of love, through space and time.
(Verse 1)
In the corner of the attic, covered up with dust,
An old wooden box held treasures, things I knew I'd trust.
With a creak, I opened it, and there it lay inside,
Granddaddy's rifle, worn and old, but filled with pride.
(Chorus)
Granddaddy's rifle, worn but true,
Tales of hunting, me and you.
Every scratch and dent it wears,
Holds the memories, all the prayers.
A symbol of the lessons learned,
With every bullet, fire burned.
In my hands, it feels so right,
Guiding me through darkest nights.
(Verse 2)
He taught me in the summer sun, how to aim and how to hold,
Said, "Respect the land, my boy, and the stories will unfold."
From the whistling of the wind, to the crack of breaking dawn,
Every time I pulled that trigger, I felt his spirit strong.
(Chorus)
Granddaddy's rifle, worn but true,
Tales of hunting, me and you.
Every scratch and dent it wears,
Holds the memories, all the prayers.
A symbol of the lessons learned,
With every bullet, fire burned.
In my hands, it feels so right,
Guiding me through darkest nights.
(Bridge)
Through the woods and fields we roamed,
With laughter in the air, I felt at home.
From campfire stories, to quiet nights,
He showed me how to find the light.
(Verse 3)
Now I stand here, years have passed,
With the weight of love and memories cast.
When I take it out to the open air,
I hear his voice whisper, "Son, always care."
(Chorus)
Granddaddy's rifle, worn but true,
Tales of hunting, me and you.
Every scratch and dent it wears,
Holds the memories, all the prayers.
A symbol of the lessons learned,
With every bullet, fire burned.
In my hands, it feels so right,
Guiding me through darkest nights.
(Outro)
So here's to you, Granddaddy dear,
With every shot, I feel you near.
Your love lives on in this old steel,
In every hunt, I know you're real.
Granddaddy's rifle, forever mine,
A legacy of love, through space and time.
Writer: Richard Girard
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC