Rodney Atkins Cleaning This Gun (Come on in Boy) Lyrics

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The Declaration of Independence
Think I could tell you that first sentence
But then I'm lost

I can't begin to count the theories
I've 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 forget

Come on in, boy, sit on down
And tell me about yourself
So you like my daughter, do you now?
Yeah, we think she's something else
She's her daddy's girl
Her mama's world
She deserves respect
That's what she'll get
Ain't it, son?
Hey, y'all, run along and have some fun
I'll see you when you get back
Bet I'll be up all night
Still cleanin' this gun

Well, now that I'm a father
I'm scared to death one day my daughter
Is gonna find
That teenage boy I used to be
That seems to have just one thing on his mind

She's growin' up so fast
It won't be long before
I'll have to put the fear of God into
Some kid at the door


Now it's all for show
Ain't nobody gonna get hurt
It's just a daddy thing
And, hey, believe me, it works


Son, now y'all buckle up and have her back
By te... let's say about 9:30
Drive safe

Written by: Marla cannon-Goodman, casey michael beathard
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group

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