Oh give me a home
where the 6.5's roam
And the brass rains down from heaven all day.
Where seldom is heard
all the discouraging words
And everyone shoots critters that come out to play...
CHORUS NOW!
Home, home is the gun range, where guys come both normal and strange.
To shoot the breeze and their guns, for bragging rights and for funs,
And listen to the normal harangue.
My apologies,
Don't know why, felt the need...
