Papa’s cleaning all his guns tonight
He says someday we’ll have to fight
Some say they’ll take his guns away
Papa says that will be a cold day…
Papa says his guns will keep us free
And the law grants him this liberty
Papa says tyrants lie awake at night
Plotting ways to suspend this right
Papa says politicians in Washington
Don't want Americans to own guns
Then they can rule us as they please
And keep the people on their knees
Papa says he’ll fight to keep his guns
And then pass them down to his sons
Papa says FREEDOM is never free…
And I’ve never known him to lie to me
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