Cleaning This Gun (Come On In Boy)
Rodney Adkins
Intro: D
[D]The declaration of independence
Think I can t[C]ell you that first sen[G]tence, But then I'm l[D]ost
I can't begin to count the theories
I had p[C]ounded in my h[G]ead that I f[D]orgot
I don't reme[A]mber all that Spanish or the Ge[G]ttysburg address
But there is o[A]ne speech from high school, I[G]'ll never forgot
Chorus
[D]Come on in boy, s[A]it on down and t[G]ell me 'bout yours[A]elf
So you l[D]ike my daughter, do y[A]ou now, yeah we th[G]ink she's something e[A]lse
She's her da[Bm]ddy's girl and her mama's world
She des[G]erves respect, that's wh[D]at she'll get, ain't it [Em]son
Now y'all run along and h[A]ave some fun
I'll s[G]ee you when you get back, Bet I'll [D]be up all n[A]ight
Still cleaning th[D]is gun
[D]Well now that I'm a father
I'm scared to de[C]ath one day my da[G]ughter's gonna fi[D]nd,
That teenage boy I used to be
Who se[C]ems to have just o[G]ne thing on his m[D]ind
She's growing u[A]p so fast it won't be long bef[G]ore
I'll h[A]ave to put the fear of god
Into so[G]me kid at the door
Repeat Chorus
I[A]t's all for show, ain't nobody gonna get h[G]urt
It's just a da[Bm]ddy thing, h[A]ey believe me man, it w[G]orks
Repeat Chorus
Rodney Adkins
Intro: D
[D]The declaration of independence
Think I can t[C]ell you that first sen[G]tence, But then I'm l[D]ost
I can't begin to count the theories
I had p[C]ounded in my h[G]ead that I f[D]orgot
I don't reme[A]mber all that Spanish or the Ge[G]ttysburg address
But there is o[A]ne speech from high school, I[G]'ll never forgot
Chorus
[D]Come on in boy, s[A]it on down and t[G]ell me 'bout yours[A]elf
So you l[D]ike my daughter, do y[A]ou now, yeah we th[G]ink she's something e[A]lse
She's her da[Bm]ddy's girl and her mama's world
She des[G]erves respect, that's wh[D]at she'll get, ain't it [Em]son
Now y'all run along and h[A]ave some fun
I'll s[G]ee you when you get back, Bet I'll [D]be up all n[A]ight
Still cleaning th[D]is gun
[D]Well now that I'm a father
I'm scared to de[C]ath one day my da[G]ughter's gonna fi[D]nd,
That teenage boy I used to be
Who se[C]ems to have just o[G]ne thing on his m[D]ind
She's growing u[A]p so fast it won't be long bef[G]ore
I'll h[A]ave to put the fear of god
Into so[G]me kid at the door
Repeat Chorus
I[A]t's all for show, ain't nobody gonna get h[G]urt
It's just a da[Bm]ddy thing, h[A]ey believe me man, it w[G]orks
Repeat Chorus
