Blue Eyes, Thirty-Eight Colt And A Shotgun

(Dead Forty Years)

Chorus

He's been dead forty years and I've still got
His blues eyes, thirty-eight Colt and a shotgun,
Dead forty years and I've still got
His blues eyes, thirty-eight Colt and a shotgun.

Verse 1

Never did hear him call my Grandma by her given name,
Those were the days he'd just say, "Woman,"
She'd do anything.

[REPEAT CHORUS]

Verse 2

Went out huntin' with the dogs one night
Listen to 'em bayin', treed an ol' raccoon
Thirty-eight Colt strapped on his thigh,
"That's for snakes, wanna give it a try?"

[REPEAT CHORUS]

Verse 3

Twelve-gauge shotgun came my way,
Nearly blew my friend away.
Hare trigger went off, missed by an inch,
"Get that thing into a gunsmith!"

[REPEAT CHORUS]

Verse 4

Livin' in the city, never take a shot,
Son's in the country now, show 'im what I've got
Never met my Grandpa, but he's got
His blue eyes, thirty-eight colt and a shotgun.

Chorus 2

Dead forty years and my son's got
His blues eyes, thirty-eight Colt and a shotgun,
Dead forty years and my son's got
His blues eyes, thirty-eight Colt and a shotgun.

Dead forty years and my son's got
His blues eyes, thirty-eight Colt and a shotgun,
Dead forty years and my son's got
His blues eyes, thirty-eight Colt and a shotgun.