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Andrew Montana - Ruger Model 77 Lyrics

Feet on the floor
1835
A knock at the door
But it’s keeping us alive

Dust on your lungs
The moths all turned white
But it smells like corn rye
And the lights stay on all night

Priest shot his god
Let him bleed on the ground
Elon bought the moon
And sold us pound for pound

Some maintain hope
Sure, I do too
But I’d wager no bet
That’d risk me losing you

So I’m gonna get a Ruger Model 77
If anybody hurts you I’ll send them straight to heaven
Oh, let ‘em on me darling, whaddaya say?
Can we get away

Gonna get a Ruger Model 77
If anybody hurts you I’ll send them straight to heaven
Let em on me darling, whaddaya say?
Can wе get away?
Away