CG
We don’t call 911, where we come from,
C
We still cling to our God and our gun.
F
We were taught to stand our ground and not to run,
GC
No, we don’t call 911, where we come from.
[Verse 1]
F
Some friends from the big city stopped by our old country home,
GC
He said, “Ain’t you afraid of living, way out here all alone?”
F
“That’s just the way we were raised,” I said, and all we’ve ever known.
GC
Hell, I can still remember, when we had no telephone.
[Chorus]
CG
We don’t call 911, where we come from,
C
We still cling to our God and our gun.
F
We were taught to stand our ground and not to run,
GC
No, we don’t call 911, where we come from.
[Verse 2]
F
This young gal of 80-years on the Late-Night TV News,
GC
And the people in her viewing, well they all seen the news.
F
They said she was a hero, when she caught some local bum,
GC
As he was crawling through her window, and he met her big shotgun.
[Chorus]
CG
We don’t call 911, where we come from,
C
We still cling to our God and our gun.
F
We were taught to stand our ground and not to run,
GC
No, we don’t call 911, where we come from.
[Instrumental]
CGCFGC
(Modulate to " D " Chord)
[Chorus]
DA
We don’t call 911, where we come from,
D
We still cling to our God and our gun.
G
We were taught to stand our ground and not to run,
AD
No, we don’t call 911, where we come from.
DA
We don’t call 911, where we come from,
D
We still cling to our God and our gun.
G
We were taught to stand our ground and not to run, son.
AD
No, we don’t call 911, where we come from.
[Outro]
G
We were taught to stand our ground and not to run, son.
AD
No, we don’t call 911, where we come from.