Nothing says "welcome to the family" quite like a father meticulously cleaning his firearm while interviewing his daughter's potential suitor! This tongue-in-cheek country tune perfectly captures that time-honored tradition of protective dads putting the fear of God (and Smith & Wesson) into young men who come calling. The narrator starts by admitting he's forgotten most of what he learned in school, but he'll never forget the intimidating "welcome speech" he received as a teenager. Now that he's a dad himself, he's eagerly carrying on the tradition, fully aware of what teenage boys are typically thinking - since he used to be one! The song cleverly reveals that it's all just theatrical posturing in the end, but hey, as the singer admits with a wink, "it works." It's a humorous take on fatherly love, protective instincts, and that awkward first meeting between dad and date.
Cleaning This Gun (Come on in Boy)
Lyrics
The Declaration of Independence
Think I could tell you that first sentence
But then I'm lost
I can't begin to count the theories
I've had pounded in my head
That I forgot
I don't remember all that Spanish
Or the Gettysburg address
But there is one speech from high school
I'll never forget
Come on in, boy, sit on down
And tell me about yourself
So you like my daughter, do you now?
Yeah, we think she's something else
She's her daddy's girl
Her mama's world
She deserves respect
That's what she'll get
Ain't it, son?
Hey, y'all, run along and have some fun
I'll see you when you get back
Bet I'll be up all night
Still cleanin' this gun
Well, now that I'm a father
I'm scared to death one day my daughter
Is gonna find
That teenage boy I used to be
That seems to have just one thing on his mind
She's growin' up so fast
It won't be long before
I'll have to put the fear of God into
Some kid at the door
Come on in, boy, sit on down
And tell me about yourself
So you like my daughter, do you now?
Yeah, we think she's something else
She's her daddy's girl
Her mama's world
She deserves respect
That's what she'll get
Ain't it, son?
Hey, y'all, run along and have some fun
I'll see you when you get back
Bet I'll be up all night
Still cleanin' this gun
Now it's all for show
Ain't nobody gonna get hurt
It's just a daddy thing
And, hey, believe me, it works
Come on in, boy, sit on down
And tell me about yourself
So you like my daughter, do you now?
Yeah, we think she's something else
She's her daddy's girl
Her mama's world
She deserves respect
That's what she'll get
Ain't it, son?
Hey, y'all, run along and have some fun
I'll see you when you get back
Bet I'll be up all night
Still cleanin' this gun
Son, now y'all buckle up and have her back
By te... let's say about 9:30
Drive safe
Writer(s): MARLA CANNON-GOODMAN, CASEY MICHAEL BEATHARD
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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