Apple Pie And .45 Songtext
von Shemekia Copeland

Mama′s readin' "Guns & Ammo"
Sippin′ lemonade
Baby's in the backyard
Tossin' hand grenades

Grandpa′s shootin′ dinner
Some possum and some squirrel
Last night they ended up shooting
Our neighbor's baby girl

Everybody′s so upset
Every person in the town
But that can't bring a life back
After it′s shot down

Give me apple pie and a .45
Ak 47 with a shake on the side
Don't bother runnin′ 'cause you can't hide
Give me apple pie and a .45


We go to church on sunday
Like the Lord told us to
′Til the day a madman
Shot up all the pews

The blood flowed like water
Just like cherry wine
The local undertaker said
"You′ll have to wait in line"

Seventeen souls sent to heaven
Seventeen bodies to the grave
One man sent to prison
We're all hoping he′ll be saved

Give me apple pie and a .45
Ak-47 a shake on the side
Don't bother runnin′ 'cause you can′t hide
Give me apple pie and a .45

Apple pie and a .45
Ar-15 with a shake on the side
How many kids gonna have to die
Give me apple pie and a .45


Bang bang rat a tat
Life's over just like that
Boom boom, pop pop
When we gonna make it stop?

Somebody told Bobby
That he wasn't cool
So he ended up shootin′
All the other kids in school

His teachers were all shocked
Scout leader was surprised
Bobby was so quiet
Just a really nice guy

Can′t seem to stop the funerals
Though we say we care
All we got for those families
Is our thoughts and all our prayers

Give me apple pie and a .45
Ak-47 with a shake on the side
How many kids gonna have to die
Give me apple pie and a .45

Give me apple pie and a .45
Ar-15 a shake on the side
How many kids gonna have to die
Give me apple pie and a .45