Favorite Weapons Songs,Tell us your Favorites.Gun,Knives,etc.Title or Lyrics~Freeper Canter~8-10-12

[fatima]

~Favorite Weapon's Song's ~





Dean Martin & Ricky Nelson-My rifle,pony and me

The sun is sinking in the west
The cattle go down to the stream
The redwing settles in the nest
It's time for a cowboy to dream

Purple light in the canyons
That's where I long to be
With my three good companions
Just my rifle, pony and me

Gonna hang (gonna hang) my sombrero (my sombrero)
On the limb (on the limb) of a tree (of a tree)
Coming home (coming home) sweetheart darling (sweetheart darling)
Just my rifle, pony and me
Just my rifle, my pony and me

(Whippoorwill in the willow
Sings a sweet melody
Riding to Amarillo)
Just my rifle, pony and me
No more cows (no more cows) to be roping (to be roping)
No more strays will I see
Round the bend (round the bend) she'll be waiting (she'll be waiting)
For my rifle, pony and me
For my rifle, my pony and me





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Mack the Knife-Bobby Darin

Oh, the shark, babe, has such teeth, dear And it shows them pearly white Just a jackknife has old MacHeath, babe And he keeps it, ah, out of sight Ya know when that shark bites with his teeth, babe Scarlet billows start to spread Fancy gloves, oh, wears old MacHeath, babe So there's never, never a trace of red

Now on the sidewalk, huh, huh, whoo sunny morning, un huh Lies a body just oozin' life, eek And someone's sneakin' 'round the corner Could that someone be Mack the Knife?

There's a tugboat, huh, huh, down by the river dontcha know Where a cement bag's just a'drooppin' on down Oh, that cement is just, it's there for the weight, dear Five'll get ya ten old Macky's back in town Now d'ja hear 'bout Louie Miller? He disappeared, babe After drawin' out all his hard-earned cash And now MacHeath spends just like a sailor Could it be our boy's done somethin' rash?

Now Jenny Diver, ho, ho, yeah, Sukey Tawdry Ooh, Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown Oh, the line forms on the right, babe Now that Macky's back in town

I said Jenny Diver, whoa, Sukey Tawdry Look out to Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown Yes, that line forms on the right, babe Now that Macky's back in town.....

Look out, old Macky's back!!

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[Kathy in Alaska]

Love Johnny Horton!

[George Varnum]

From: RHYMES OF A ROUGHNECK
BY
PAT O’COTTER
1918

THAT 30 U.S. ON THE WALL

A man that’s spent years knocking round “out in front”
Has most usually had lots of pals—
He’s mixed up with pardners at various times
And he’s had his affairs with the gals.
Now, a pardner’s peculiar in lots of his ways
And he’ll ditch you for various reasons,
And a gal never knows straight up from twice
And her mind seems to change with the seasons.

I’ve been in on good ground with pardners I’ve staked
And I thought they were square, till I found
They were trying to cross me, the miserable pups,
And whipsaw me out of my ground.
I’ve had a few pards that would stand the hard grind
And they’d stick through hard luck night and day;
They were all you could ask while you rustled for grub,
But they blew up when you uncovered the “pay.”

Way back in the “eighties” when I’m just a kid,
I crossed up with a breed gal I’d met
One winter at Circle; she cleaned me that year
And skipped out with all she could get.
I’ve fallen for females in half of the camps
That’s spread over this country up here,
But “square guys” or “pretzels” I couldn’t get by
And none of them stuck for a year.

I got kind of discouraged and quit the she sex
And figgered I’d just herd with males,
But it don’t make no difference, I guess that I’m wrong,
‘Cause there’s always the parting of trails.
I’ve had lots of dogs, but a dog always dies,
Or else the poor devil gets killed.
When you like ‘em and lose ‘em, their loss leaves a hole
That seems for a time can’t be filled.

So pardners and females and dogs is taboo
And I know, ‘cause I’ve fussed with ‘em all.
There’s only one pal that I know is true blue
And it’s that Thirty U.S. on the wall.
She’s stood by my shoulder and stopped a brown bear
And she keeps the cache full in the Fall;
She’s got the one talk that a claim jumper knows
And she craves no attention at all.

I’m getting old now, and some sot in my ways,
And I don’t loosen up like I did.
I’m slower to make friends and slower to trust
Than I used to be when I’m a kid.
So it’s good-by to females and good-by to dogs,
And good-by to pardners and all,
For the only one pal that I find I can trust
Is that Thirty U.S. on the wall.

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This poem was apparently set to music by a Country-western musician up in Alaska and was fairly popular up in those parts, but I never could find a score or the tune to it, so I wrote my own which works pretty well.
Has anyone ever heard of it?

[mylife]

Hubbard is amazing.

A living American Icon

[Kathy in Alaska]

John Philip Sousa ~ The Army Song

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0mAjWaKCY64

[Kathy in Alaska]

Thanks, Nana Hope, for today's Pledge…((HUGS)). Thanks, AfghanMan and Penguin Girl, for your service to America.

[Kathy in Alaska]

Tom Jones ~ Delilah

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2x-3nl5jM_w

[Cindy of Nashville]

“Have Gun Will Travel” (Theme from Paladin)
“Bubba Shot The Juke Box” by Joe Diffie
“Rocky Raccoon” by The Beattles

[prov1813man]

“Send lawyers, guns and money”

First one I thought of and, IMHO, by far the best

[ConorMacNessa]

A much different world in 1959 when that song came out. I was 11 years old and the United States was the greatest Nation on the face of the Earth. No drug use to speak of, little crime, God still in our schools, Catholic Mass in Latin (all right, that one doesn't matter to some of you, but it does to me). No open homosexuality, no culture of victimization, no legal abortion. No "National Malaise" - Carter; No "God Damn America!"; no Socialist Caucus in the U.S. Congress; homosexuals, if found out, were section "8" from the military. Father knew best, and what he knew best was to keep his mouth shut and thank his faithful wife for all she did.

"Family" meant a Mother, a Father and one or more children. That's the rubric that brought humanity up from barbarism to the great achievements of Western Civilization. That's the rubric that underlies social order. That's the rubric that underlies individual freedom, free enterprise and our entire legal system.


Dear Lord, Protect us from this serpent in our midst!



Genuflectimus non ad principem sed ad Principem Pacis!

Listen, O isles, unto me; and hearken, ye people, from far; The LORD hath called me from the womb; from the bowels of my mother hath he made mention of my name. (Isaiah 49:1 KJV)

[Kathy in Alaska]

Thanks, unique, for the music guy!

I'm A Little Teapot (the original)

[Kathy in Alaska]

Johnny Cash ~ Don’t Take Your Guns To Town

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U5jsTqPNWOg

[Kathy in Alaska]

Rolling Stones ~ Cops and Robbers

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xiFgrCb6Z8M

An’ then he said: “You see this rock I got in my hand?
This is a 38 pistol built on a 45 frame
It shoots tombstone bullets an’ a ball and chain!”

[Scott from the Left Coast]

Roland the Thompson Gunner (someone should post that one here) would be a good choice too.

[Kathy in Alaska]

Los Lobos ~ La Pistola y El Corazon

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iF5bcJzVMw0

[Joe 6-pack]

Shriekback - Gunning For The Buddha

[Scott from the Left Coast]

Roland was a warrior from the Land of the Midnight Sun
With a Thompson gun for hire, fighting to be done
The deal was made in Denmark on a dark and stormy day
So he set out for Biafra to join the bloody fray

Through sixty-six and seven they fought the Congo war
With their fingers on their triggers, knee-deep in gore
For days and nights they battled the Bantu to their knees
They killed to earn their living and to help out the Congolese

Roland the Thompson gunner...
His comrades fought beside him - Van Owen and the rest
But of all the Thompson gunners, Roland was the best
So the CIA decided they wanted Roland dead
That son-of-a-bitch Van Owen blew off Roland’s head

Roland the headless Thompson gunner
Norway’s bravest son
Time, time, time
For another peaceful war
But time stands still for Roland
‘Til he evens up the score
They can still see his headless body stalking through the night
In the muzzle flash of Roland’s Thompson gun
In the muzzle flash of Roland’s Thompson gun

Roland searched the continent for the man who’d done him in
He found him in Mombassa in a barroom drinking gin
Roland aimed his Thompson gun - he didn’t say a word
But he blew Van Owen’s body from there to Johannesburg

Roland the headless Thompson gunner...
The eternal Thompson gunner
still wandering through the night
Now it’s ten years later but he still keeps up the fight
In Ireland, in Lebanon, in Palestine and Berkeley
Patty Hearst heard the burst of Roland’s Thompson gun and bought it

[Kathy in Alaska]

Neil Young ~ Down By The River

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BoA5cqDSasM

[Kathy in Alaska]

Hear! Hear! Excellent assessment of the times!

[class8601_nuke]

I can’t believe noone said:

Shotgun Boogie-Tennessee Ernie Ford
Sink The Bismarck-Johnny Horton

[Kathy in Alaska]

Thanks, Joe.