Something to Shoot

Something To Shoot C F C I was born and raised way out west C D G But the thing that I like 'bout livin' here best C F C It ain't the mountains, the valleys, the hats or the boots C G C It's havin' plenty of guns and something to shoot We got shotguns and sixguns, got a s**tload of guns Shootin' farmers and critters is a s**tload of fun I don't care about the money, I don't care about the loot Give me Jack Daniels whiskey and something to shoot Now there's a whole herd of hell right there in a line But it's a pain in the ass to shoot them one at a time And I'm way below quota, I've had a bad day Boy, what I wouldn't give for just one hand grenade I don't care about the future, I don't care about the past As long as I've got some creatures to blast We got deer, we got elk, we got old owls that hoot And when I??ve killed 'em all, there'll be Yankees to shoot Don't you tailgate me, son, get off my back I got a 30 ought-6 right here in the rack And this ain't New Jersey, we don't honk, we don't yell And if you touch that bumper, I'll blow you to hell