Pistols On The Levee

I remember shooting pistols on the levee My right hand, man, it seemed real heavy A bullet and some broken glass, a lil' pull back "Hey, Dad, did you see that?" Yeah And Mamaw hollerin', "Y'all come in and eat" And, buddy, I wish he was here so you could meet The one that raised me up to be a man I brought you down here to show you who I am 'Cause you're ready There's more to me and you than a pocket knife And a hand-me-down Chevy It's all aim big and miss small, shoot for the moon And the stars will fall all over you Keep your hands and your heart always steady Like pistols on the levee I used to use the magnolia pods as grenades Bite the stem off and it was bombs away And the smell of that paper mill would make you think the devil still Went down to Georgia, but stopped here on the way I brought you down here to show you who I am 'Cause you're ready There's more to me and you than a pocket knife And a hand-me-down Chevy It's all aim big and miss small, shoot for the moon And the stars will fall all over you Keep your hands and your heart always steady Like pistols on the levee My daddy, he's gone, now this is our little story And that Louisiana runs deep like tattered Old Glory Son, one day you'll tell little Jack or little Betty 'Bout pistols on the levee, yeah (Pistols on the levee) (Pistols on the levee)