Story of three generations of cops
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My Fathers’ Gun
It was three AM on Tuesday when I got the call
I’ve been expecting it my whole life, so it was no surprise at all
There was a break in at the liquor store behind the Travelers rest
They found my father in the alley with a bullet in his chest
Suddenly I was a child again standing by my Grandpa's grave
Half the town was gathered round to respect the Kelly name
A long blue line of uniforms, white gloves at their sides
Three shots from seven rifles and the tears in grandmas’ eyes
Everybody needs to have something to believe in
Sometimes it’s only handed down from father unto son
There comes a time in each mans life
When he has to stand for what is right
That’s why I wear this uniform, and my fathers’ gun
There’s been a badge pinned to every branch of our family tree
When I came of age I swore that chain would end with me
But as I stand here watching mama take that folded flag
I know that all my running won’t bring my daddy back
Everybody needs to have something to believe in
Sometimes it’s only handed down from father unto son
There comes a time in each mans life
When he has to stand for what is right
That’s why I wear this uniform, and my fathers’ gun
Now looking out my window at these troubled city streets
I realize I can’t deny my family’s legacy, because…
Everybody needs to have something to believe in
Sometimes it’s only handed down from father unto son
There comes a time in each mans life
When he has to stand for what is right
That’s why I wear this uniform, and my fathers’ gun
Now I proudly wear this uniform and my fathers’ gun
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