Grant Peeples: Music
Liberal With A Gun (click for lyrics)
(Frank Lindamood, one of the South's great musical traditionalists, records his own version of a hundred year old song called Key to the Highway, and gives it to Grant. Grant promptly steals the melody and structure of the song and writes his own song...)
I climbed up on the mountain, looked down on the setting sun
Got blinded by the evil what they done
Grown weary of their talking, these grey-suite bidness types
Like to wave the flag so that don't have to show their stripes
Gonna set my feet to marching in the steps of Jefferson
Don't tread on me I'm a liberal with a gun
Well I feel a little edgy, my patience running low
I took it for a while but I ain't gonna take no more
They been calling on the Savior to do their dirty work
Better look out now somebody gonn get hurt
Gonna set my feet to marching in the steps of Jefferson
Don't tread on me I'm a liberal with a gun
Got no name to protect, no credibility to loose
Bring on them Giants its time to slay a few
It looked like we were winning, then I guess we kinda choked
Well it ain't over till your brother counts the votes
So I've set my feet to marching in the steps of Jefferson
Don't you tread on me I'm a liberal with a gun
Yea, don't screw with me; I'm a liberal but I got myself a gun