Stick To Our Guns

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

And gonna raise our babies to be troubadours

On Kings 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

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 sitting 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

And gonna raise our babies to be troubadours

On Kings 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

Yeah we’re gonna stick to our guns

When they bury me down

Six feet in the ground

Stick a pistol in my boot

With a couple hundred rounds

Just incase some bigwig digs me up

And it aint the holy ghost, the father or his son

Haha

We’re gonna raise our babies to be troubadours

On Kings 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

Yeah we’re gonna stick to our guns

Try to take ‘em and see what happens