.My first rifle was a .243
Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me
And they taught me how to shoot with a steady hand
I guess thatâs something you don't understand
Now I grew up on a prison farm
Sneaking pulls of shine from a mason jar>
Used to go fishing out pickle .
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