GitSum D. Deluca/JB Jones Copyright 2008 Some say they wanna take my guns away They will find to rue that day (yes they will) (Pre Chorus) Blame it on the villain in the streets Truth is they wanna heard us like sheep (Chorus) Come on, bring it on, just getting started, I ain't done Come on, bring it on, step right up and get yourself some Come on, bring it on, seen you before, ain't gonna run Come on, bring it on, standin' right here, come get you some We hold our rights and values dear Your laws don't mean nuthin to us here (Chorus) I remember real clear years ago in the swamps of South Georgia Cane pole and Crossman in my hands was all I need to be growed up Home made ice cream and BBQ on Friday night 10 lane ramp on Saturday right before the morning light There came a time I's old enough and learned about the gun And every night at suppertime I'd answer to what I'd done But folks today plum forgot about the way it used to be Got no respect, no cold steel, just games on TV And I'll burn in hell - before I sell - my rights away from me Its high time we embrace the tool that keeps all men free