Story Behind The Song
A story about a past Dickie-relationship. He wanted to keep it simple, give it an old west theme and flavor, and highlight simple guitar work and layered vocals. The story line is descriptive, telling, and tragic.
Song Description
This is a song about being in a relationship, giving up everything to make it work, and being burned as she walked away.
| Song Length |
5:15 |
Genre |
Country - Alternative, Folk - Country |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Mixed Vocals |
| Mood |
Poignant, Composed |
Subject |
Regret, General |
| Similar Artists |
Bon Jovi, The Eagles |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
His Guns
by Dickie Christopher
He wakes up every morning and he reaches for his guns. They have laid right by his pillow since the day before was done. The belt is old and tattered but the buckle knows the place; keeps them just the way he likes them, hanging low around his waist. Only one has held their place.
'Cause he remembers those yesterdays and he can see her face and that loving gaze.
He has forsaken his guns before. He knows to place it safe; let her walk out the door. She walked on out that door.
He keeps one eye on his guns, and he keeps one eye on the door. As he drinks his fill of whiskey she comes on walking 'cross the floor
She said, "Now mister, if you want me, you and those guns must part." He threw away his guns, you know, she shot him through the heart.
She shot him through the heart.
He's ventured back to his yesterdays and he can see her face and that loving gaze.
He has forsaken his guns again; she's left another scar, another hole to mend.
Another hole to mend.
The people gathered 'round him never thought they'd see him fall. She blew the smoke off of the barrel, said, "The writing's on the wall.
Sometimes you are on top, always some one will bring you down. Give him back his guns and let him take them to the ground." He took them to the ground.
There's no escaping his yesterdays, he can't forget her face and that loving gaze.
And he'll forsake his guns no more; she's left a mortal hole and walked on out the door. She's walked out that door again. Will it ever end?
Don't ever lose your guns, my friend. She'll just walk out that door again. Don't ever lose your guns, my friend.
c - Dickie Christopher, Christopher-Sharratt Productions, Chroma-Soma Productions