When I was a gal my Mama had a gun
Her Daddy didn’t care ‘cause he never had a son
Wo dee oh, wo dee oh, wo dee oh dee oh doe.

Back in the Revolutionary War fought hand to hand just to
Settle a score
Men and boys gave all to win, so the laws of our land and
The history begins
Wo dee oh, wo dee oh,wo dee oh dee oh doe.

In 1712 Great Grandaddy’s dad sailed west on a freighter
With the courage he had
Good-bye fare ye well to what little he owned, looking back
Only once to the Colonies he rode
Wo dee oh, wo dee oh, wo dee oh dee oh doe.

His pride and joy, that log smoothbore gun, Pattern ‘76
Was the musket he’d won
Ole Birmingham sailed to Boston shore, joined up down south
Soon to settle the score
Wo dee oh, wo dee oh, wo dee oh dee oh doe.

So the generation nation of my family began, getting skittish
From the British on the Madison Plan
A stronger gun bore a better build, cast to fight for our
Freedom and American will
Wo dee oh,wo dee oh, wo dee oh dee oh doe.

Then in 1812 came a Cherokee gal, fought with Great
Grandad, helped the Colonies well
Madison called every able soul: Bring your ‘69
Musket from the Springfield mold
Wo dee oh, wo dee oh, wo dee oh dee oh doe.

That Cherokee gal lived and loved her gun, swore would
Die with her eye on their first born son
He come of age just to cary it too, proud to be a part of
That history he knew.

It’s wintertime now, the ten Great Grandkids laugh, round and round beneath the mantle they pass
That Springfield and family bible show all their strength and
Love from ancestral homes.

So when I was a gal my Mama had a gun
But her Daddy didn’t care because he never had a son
Wo dee oh, wo dee oh, wo dee oh dee oh doe.