Rodney Atkins - Cleaning This Gun (Come on Boy) Lyrics
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Cleaning This Gun (Come on Boy)
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What Are The Lyrics For Cleaning This Gun (Come on Boy) By Rodney Atkins?
The declaration of independence
Think I can tell you that first sentence But then I'm lost I can't begin to count the theories I had pounded in my head that I forgot I don't remember all that spanish Or the gettysburg address But there is one speech from high school I'll never forgot [Chorus] Come on in boy, sit on down And tell me 'bout yourself So you like my daughter, do you now Yeah we think she's something else She's her daddy's girl and her mama's world She deserves respect, that's what she'll get, ain't it son Now y'all run along and have some fun I'll see you when you get back Bet I'll be up all night Still cleaning this gun Well now that I'm a father I'm scared to death one day my daughter's gonna find That teenage boy I used to be Who seems to have just one thing on his mind She's growing up so fast it won't be long 'Fore I'll have to put the fear of god Into some kid at the door [Chorus] It's all for show, ain't nobody gonna get hurt It's just a daddy thing, hey believe me man, it works [Chorus] |
Who Wrote Cleaning This Gun (Come on Boy) By Rodney Atkins?
Marla Cannon-goodman, Casey Michael Beathard
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What's The Duration Of The Cleaning This Gun (Come on Boy) By Rodney Atkins?The duration of Cleaning This Gun (Come on Boy) is 3:47 minutes and seconds. |
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