The Gun Song by Zoli Althea Browne Lyrics
The Gun Song
"When I was a gal my Mama had a gun"
"Her Daddy didn’t care ‘cause he never had a son
Wo dee oh, wo dee oh, wo dee oh dee oh doe
Back in the Revolutionary War fought hand to hand just to settle a score
Men and boys gave all to win, so the laws of our land and the history begins
Wo dee oh, wo dee oh,wo dee oh dee oh doe
In 1712 Great Grandaddy’s dad sailed west on a freighter
With the courage he had
Good-bye fare ye well to what little he owned, looking back only once to the Colonies he rode
Wo dee oh, wo dee oh, wo dee oh dee oh doe
His pride and joy, that log smoothbore gun, Pattern ‘76 was the musket he’d won
Ole Birmingham sailed to Boston shore, joined up down south soon to settle the score
Wo dee oh, wo dee oh, wo dee oh dee oh doe
So the generation nation of my family began, getting skittish from the British on the Madison Plan
A stronger gun bore a better build, cast to fight for our freedom and American will
Wo dee oh,wo dee oh, wo dee oh dee oh doe
Then in 1812 came a Cherokee gal, fought with Great Grandad, helped the Colonies well
Madison called every able soul: Bring your ‘69
Musket from the Springfield mold
Wo dee oh, wo dee oh, wo dee oh dee oh doe
That Cherokee gal lived and loved her gun, swore would die with her eye on their first born son
He come of age just to cary it too, proud to be a part of that history he knew
It’s wintertime now, the ten Great Grandkids laugh
Round and round beneath the mantle they pass"
"That Springfield and family bible show all their strength and love from ancestral homes."
"So when I was a gal my Mama had a gun
But her Daddy didn’t care because he never had a son"
"Wo dee oh, wo dee oh, wo dee oh dee oh doe."
"When I was a gal my Mama had a gun"
"Her Daddy didn’t care ‘cause he never had a son
Wo dee oh, wo dee oh, wo dee oh dee oh doe
Back in the Revolutionary War fought hand to hand just to settle a score
Men and boys gave all to win, so the laws of our land and the history begins
Wo dee oh, wo dee oh,wo dee oh dee oh doe
In 1712 Great Grandaddy’s dad sailed west on a freighter
With the courage he had
Good-bye fare ye well to what little he owned, looking back only once to the Colonies he rode
Wo dee oh, wo dee oh, wo dee oh dee oh doe
His pride and joy, that log smoothbore gun, Pattern ‘76 was the musket he’d won
Ole Birmingham sailed to Boston shore, joined up down south soon to settle the score
Wo dee oh, wo dee oh, wo dee oh dee oh doe
So the generation nation of my family began, getting skittish from the British on the Madison Plan
A stronger gun bore a better build, cast to fight for our freedom and American will
Wo dee oh,wo dee oh, wo dee oh dee oh doe
Then in 1812 came a Cherokee gal, fought with Great Grandad, helped the Colonies well
Madison called every able soul: Bring your ‘69
Musket from the Springfield mold
Wo dee oh, wo dee oh, wo dee oh dee oh doe
That Cherokee gal lived and loved her gun, swore would die with her eye on their first born son
He come of age just to cary it too, proud to be a part of that history he knew
It’s wintertime now, the ten Great Grandkids laugh
Round and round beneath the mantle they pass"
"That Springfield and family bible show all their strength and love from ancestral homes."
"So when I was a gal my Mama had a gun
But her Daddy didn’t care because he never had a son"
"Wo dee oh, wo dee oh, wo dee oh dee oh doe."