Creekland - Golden Boy

There's a gun in a safe in the little white shed next to that pecan tree
Its got my name written all on the side of it, that's what he told me
He said "look here boy, when I'm gone this .22 is all your own"

I saw the sun reflect off of that golden lever action
The youngest of four boys, I never thought this would happen
I saw his golden tooth in his smile, said I'd take care of it for a while

Oh
Take me to the home place
It's the closest to heaven that I'll ever get
String up the the bottles on the sycamore tree
And I'll shoot them down
Yeah I'll shoot them down
Yeah I'll shoot them down
With my golden boy
With my golden boy
With my golden boy
With my gold

Well the memories come flooding in from June, when I heard from you
We talked about the land that the oil man use for his herd of few
And I told you that I'd buy it back, something that you wish you had

Papa you could sit on the porch and watch those doves fly on by
While I work to rebuild your old home every day and night
You know the first thing I'll lock inside is that .22 with iron sights

Oh
Take me to the home place
It's the closest to heaven that I'll ever get
String up the the bottles on the sycamore tree
And I'll shoot them down
Yeah I'll shoot them down
Yeah I'll shoot them down
With my golden boy
With my golden boy
With my golden boy
With my gold

Written by:
Harrison Haney

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