Letras
Little Timmy drew a picture
Of a house up in the sun
Said, "Daddy, this our family?"
I said, "Son... where's the gun?"
He rolled his eyes, I sipped my beer
Said, "Boy, you'll understand
When the catalog comes in the mail
That's when real love began"
I hate my kids but I love my guns
Pass the ammo, hide the college funds
If my kids get guns, well that's just fine
I'll still love the guns
More than that whole bloodline
Yeah, I hate my kids but I love my guns
My daughter brought home straight‑A grades
I grinned, said, "That's real sweet"
But when she won Best Target Group
We finally went out to eat
They both want keys and freedom
I said, "You ain't grown up yet"
Till you can field strip in the dark
You only get a pellet set
I hate my kids but I love my guns
Pass the ammo, hide the college funds
If my kids get guns, well that's just fine
I'll still love the guns
More than that whole bloodline
Yeah, I hate my kids but I love my guns
Family photo on the mantle
Frame came with a little stand
Only thing I keep in focus
Is the chrome in my hand
If the kids grow up and leave me
Take the truck and all my funds
Guess I'll still have Sunday service
Prayin' over shiny ones
I hate my kids but I love my guns
Pass the ammo, hide the college funds
If my kids get guns, well that's just fine
I'll still love the guns
More than that whole bloodline
Yeah, I hate my kids but I love my guns