Bible and a .44

He had a Southern drawl like a redbone hound.
And every song he sang was my favorite sound.
He’d be the last one off if the ship went down.
The kind of man it feels good to be around.
The kind of man it feels good to be around.
He had hair as white as a cotton field.
And he could spin you a story like a wagon wheel.
He never went nowhere without a rod-n-reel.
Lord, I miss that man and I always will.
I miss that man and I always will.
He’d see through a lie like an old screen door.
He taught me how to hunt and how to love the Lord.
He carried a Bible and a .44.
And they just don’t make 'em like that no more.
He’d say «Take what you’ve got and do the best you can.»
The best thing you’ll ever own is a piece of land.
Ya’ll, he knew his like the back of his hand.
He was something else, my old man.
He was something else, my old man.
He’d see through a lie like an old screen door.
He taught me how to hunt and how to love the Lord.
He carried a Bible and a .44.
And they just don’t make 'em like that no more.
I saw him strum this thing every chance he could.
And he left it to me like he said he would.
And if you ask me why it sounds so good,
It’s cause I’m holding more than strings and wood.
I’m holding more than strings and wood.
He could see through a lie like an old screen door.
He taught me how to hunt and how to love the Lord.
He carried a Bible and a .44.
And they just don’t make 'em like that no more.
No, they just don’t make 'em like that no more.