Buy A Gun For Your Son
Tom Paxton

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Hallelujah, Dads and Mommies, Cowboys, Rebels, Yanks and Commies
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Buy yourselves some real red blooded fun
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If you want to make the grade, you've got to have a hand grenade
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And a fully automatic G.I. Gun

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Buy a gun for your son right away, Sir
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Shake his hand like a man and let him play, Sir.
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Let his little mind expand, Place a weapon in his hand,
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For the skills he learns today will someday pay, Sir.

Pound that kid into submission 'til he's mastered Nuclear Fission
Buy him plastic warheads by the score
Once he's got the taste of blood he's gonna sneak up on his buddies
Starting his own thermo-nuclear war

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Buy him khakis and fatigues and sign him up in little leagues
Give him calisthenics as a rule
Once you've banished fear and dread then pat his seven year-old head
And send him off to military school

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Once he's grown to be a man he might get tired of blasting Granny
Then you'll see a crisis coming on
Don't get worried, don't get nervous. Send that kid into the service
Where hell rise into the Pentagon

At the Pentagon he'll rise. The President he will advise
His reputation growing all the while
With your picture on the wall he'll get that long-awaited call
And press the firing button with a smile.