Did you find the smoking gun? I've only found the bullet this far... Keeps looking... Harumph.

As I mentioned recently, the grandkids found a 9mm pistol out back in the woods. It was a plastic toy gun. Not smoking. No bullets.

They left me no choice.

Little Amsterdam
In a southern town
Hominy get it on the plate girl
Momma keep your head down
Momma it wasn't my bullet

Don't take me back to the range
Back to the range
I'm just comin' out of the cell in my brain
(Ooo)

Don't, don't, take me back to the range
Back to the range
'Cause girl you got to know these days
Which side you're on

Hmm
Na na na na ne ya na
Na na na na naa na

Momma got a shot, shit
She loved a brown man
Then she built a bridge in the Sheriff's bed
She'd do anything to save her man

You see her olives
They are all cold pressed
And her best friend is a Sun dress
But Momma, it wasn't my bullet
No, ooh

Don't take me back to the range
Back to the range
I'm just comin' out of the cell in my brain
Don't don't take me back to the range
Back to the range
'Cause girl you got to know these days

Na na na na na na ne ya na
Na na na na naa na na
Na na na na

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This post was edited by WM BARR . =ABSOLUTE TRASH at December 29, 2016 9:53 AM MST

no, i didnt anything like that