Cosmic Surfin' - Yellow Magic Orchestra

It sets above the mantel on a couple rusty nails

And it’s worth a bunch of money

And it damn sure ain’t for sale

The good Lord only knows all the stories it could tell

Granddaddy’s gun

He bought it new out of the Sears and Roebuck catalog

And it shot a many shells over the back of an old bird dog

And it backed a burglar down when grandma took the safety off

Granddaddy’s gun.

It’s just an old double barrel twelve

The stock is cracked and it kicks like hell

It wouldn’t mean what means to me to no one

I can still hear his voice when I put it to my shoulder,

«A gun’s like a woman son, it’s all how you hold her.»

He taught me a whole lot more than how to hunt

And one of these days I’ll pass it on to my grandson

My granddaddy’s gun

He handed it to me on the day I turned thirteen

With a half shot box of shells and a kit to keep it clean

I keep a picture in the case of that sweet old man and me

And granddaddy’s gun

It’s just an old double barrel twelve

The stock is cracked and it kicks like hell

It wouldn’t mean what means to me to no one

I can still hear his voice when I put it to my shoulder,

«A gun’s like a woman son, it’s all how you hold her.»

He taught me a whole lot more than how to hunt

And one of these days I’ll pass it on to my grandson

My granddaddy’s gun

There’s a long beard hanging on the livin' room wall

That I got with a box call and granddaddy’s gun

There’s a shot up stop sign on forty nine

That me and Billy Joe took out one night

With granddaddy’s gun

It sets above the mantel on a couple rusty nails

It ain’t worth a lot of money

But it damn sure ain’t for sale