Go Kill Ya One Lyrics by Jon Langston
On the North side of Atlanta under an old carport
That old man, he’s sitting there with a Browning by the door
Looked into the clear, saw a deer on the run
Said, “Boy, listen
Before you miss it
Go kill ya one.”
Few years go by, a couple bucks on the wall
He picked up a Phillies Titan, and cut the end off
He passed me that cigar, said, “You’re old enough
Don’t tell your mama, but if you wanna, go kill ya one”
He handed me a light and some advice, we talked about life
Told him ’bout my plans and his words I can’t forget like
Oh, hold on, don’t ever let go
And don’t you come home when the
Going gets tough, gotta stick to your guns
Don’t just chase a dream son
Go kill ya one
His time was ticking down so he passed it down to me
Just ’cause he ain’t around don’t really change a thing
There’s a reason I won’t quit until the job is done
Yeah that’s the way I am, ’cause that’s the way he was
Oh, hold on, don’t ever let go
And don’t you come home when the
Going gets tough, gotta stick to your guns
Don’t just chase a dream son
Go kill ya one
And now that I’m older and I got some of my own
I finally see it wasn’t just a gun and some smoke
So I’m’a tell ’em what I was told
And oh, hold on, don’t ever let go
And don’t you come home when the
Going gets tough, gotta stick to your guns
Don’t just chase a dream son
Go kill ya one
When the going gets tough
You’ve gotta stick to your guns
Don’t just chase a dream son
Go kill ya one
Go kill ya one