Gun That Never Was For Sale

Gun that Never was for Sale
Chris West - Arigusta Music, BMI
Tim Tipton - Little Tennessee River Publishing, BMI
Keith Garrett - Settacoo Music, BMI

My old stock was made from a walnut tree
My barrel was forged in ’43
I always belong to a workingman
With sweat on his brow and callused hands

My aim was true when the trigger pulled
I kept the family safe and the table full
Now here I sit all by myself
Upon this dirty pawnshop shelf

My master was a simple man
He prayed to God and worked the land
And took me into the woods
Through the mountains with a carbide light
I was by his side and I think I did good

Now upon this dusty shelf I stand
I was taken from familiar hands
In this place is like a living hell
For a gun that never was for sale

The first time I left my mountain home
Was the first time I was use for wrong
Taken from my place up in the hills
I was stolen for cocaine and pills

My master was a simple man
He prayed to God and worked the land
And took me into the woods
Through the mountains with a carbide light
I was by his side and I think I did good

I long for the day I can return
For familiar hands my spirit yearns
So many stories I can tell
‘Cause I'm a gun that never was for sale