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C G
We don’t call 911, where we come from,
C
We still cling to our God and our gun.
F
We were taught to stand our ground and not to run,
G C
No, we don’t call 911, where we come from.
Verse 1
F
Some friends from the big city stopped by our old country home,
G C
He said, “Ain’t you afraid of living, way out here all alone?”
F
“That’s just the way we were raised,” I said, and all we’ve ever known.
G C
Hell, I can still remember, when we had no telephone.
C G
We don’t call 911, where we come from,
C
We still cling to our God and our gun.
F
We were taught to stand our ground and not to run,
G C
No, we don’t call 911, where we come from.
Verse 2
F
This young gal of 80-years was on the Late-Night TV News,
G C
And the people in her viewing her, well they all seen the news.
F
They said she was a hero, when she caught some local bum,
G C
As he was crawling through her window, and he met her big shotgun.
C G
We don’t call 911, where we come from,
C
We still cling to our God and our gun.
F
We were taught to stand our ground and not to run,
G C
No, we don’t call 911, where we come from.
Instrumental
C G C
F G C
(Modulate to ' D ' Chord)
D A
We don’t call 911, where we come from,
D
We still cling to our God and our gun.
G
We were taught to stand our ground and not to run,
A D
No, we don’t call 911, where we come from.
D A
We don’t call 911, where we come from,
D
We still cling to our God and our gun.
G
We were taught to stand our ground and not to run, son.
A D
No, we don’t call 911, where we come from.
Outro
G
We were taught to stand our ground and not to run, son.
A D
No, we don’t call 911, where we come from.
Written by Howard Bellamy