I remember shooting pistols on the levee
My right hand, man, it seemed real heavy
A bullet and some broken glasses poor back
Hey, Dad, did you see that? Yeah
And Mama Howard, y’all come in and eat
And, buddy, I wish you was here so you could meet
The one raised up be a man
I you here you I am
you’re ready
There’s more than you and a pocketknife
that’ll safe
The tower ain’t big and small, shoot the moon
And the stars fall over you
Keep hands and steady
pistols on the levee
I used use the magnolia pods grenades
Bite the stem and it was away
And the smell of paper would you think
The devil still went Georgia but stopped here on the way
I you here you I am
you’re ready
There’s more than you and a pocketknife
that’ll safe
The tower ain’t big and small, shoot the moon
And the stars fall over you
Keep hands and steady
pistols on the levee
My daddy, he’s gone, now is our story
And Louisiana runs deep like a tattered oak
Glory one day you’ll tell Betty
About pistols on the levee
Yeah
