Biography:
Tom Paxton (born Thomas Richard Paxton on October 31, 1937) is an American singer and writer of folk music whose songs have had enduring appeal (and include modern standards such as "The Last Thing on My Mind") known for a cynical, often political edge. In 2009, he received a Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award. Paxton was born in Chicago, Illinois, the youngest child of Burton and Esther Paxton. The Paxton family moved to Bristow, Oklahoma in 1948, where Tom grew to adulthood and which he still considers home.
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Other songs:
- Born On The Forth Of July
- Daily News
- You Can Eat Dog Food
- Born On The Fourth Of July
- Bottle Of Wine
- Buy A Gun For Your Son
- Cant Help But Wonder Where Im Bound
- Crazy John
- Did You Hear John Hurt
- George W Told The Nation
- Getting Up Early
- Going To The Zoo
- Goodman Schwerner And Chaney
- Hold On To
- I Dont Want A Bunny Wunny
- I Give You The Morning
- Im The Man That Built The Bridges
- In Florida
- It Aint Easy
- Jimmy Newman
- Johhny Got A Gun
- Johnny Got A Gun
- Last Thing On My Mind
- Leaving London
- Lyndon Johnson Told The Nation
- Marvellous Toy
- Marvelous Toy
- My Ladys A Wild Flying Dove
- My Son John
- Ramblin Boy
- Susie Most Of All
- The Last Thing On My Mind
- The Party
- The Willing Conscript
- This World Goes Round And Round
- Wasnt That A Party
- When Annie Took Me Home
- When You Shook Your Long Hair Down
- Yuppies In The Sky
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Buy a Gun for Your Son
D
Hallelujah, Dads and Mommies,
Cowboys, Rebels, Yanks and Commies
A7
Buy yourselves some real red blooded fun.
D
If you want to make the grade,
You've got to have a hand grenade,
A7 D
And a fully automatic G.I. Gun.
Chorus
D G D
Buy a gun for your son right away, Sir
G D
Shake his hand like a man and let him play, Sir.
G
Let his little mind expand, Place a weapon in his hand,
A7 D
For the skills he learns today will someday pay, Sir.
D
Pound that kid into submission
'Till he's mastered Nuclear Fission
A7
Buy him plastic warheads by the score,
D
Once he's got the taste of blood,
He's gonna sneak up on his buddies
A7 D
Starting his own thermo-nuclear war.
(Repeat Chorus)
D
Buy him khakis and fatigues,
And sign him up in little leagues,
A7
Give him callisthenics as a rule.
D
Once you've banished fear and dread,
Then pat his seven year-old head,
A7 D
And send him off to military school.
(Repeat Chorus)
D
Once he's grown to be a man,
He might get tired of blasting Granny,
A7
Then you'll see a crisis coming on.
D
Don't get worried, don't get nervous.
Send that kid into the service,
A7 D
Let him rise into the Pentagon.
D
At the Pentagon he'll rise.
The President he will advise,
A7
His reputation growing all the while.
D
With his picture on the wall,
He'll get that long-awaited call,
A7 D
And press the firing buttons with a smile.
Final Chorus
Took the chords provided by threelegsoman's
youtube video and put them on here so it's
easier for anyone who want's an easier way to view them.
Buy a Gun for Your Son
D
Hallelujah, Dads and Mommies,
Cowboys, Rebels, Yanks and Commies
A7
Buy yourselves some real red blooded fun.
D
If you want to make the grade,
You've got to have a hand grenade,
A7 D
And a fully automatic G.I. Gun.
Chorus
D G D
Buy a gun for your son right away, Sir
G D
Shake his hand like a man and let him play, Sir.
G
Let his little mind expand, Place a weapon in his hand,
A7 D
For the skills he learns today will someday pay, Sir.
D
Pound that kid into submission
'Till he's mastered Nuclear Fission
A7
Buy him plastic warheads by the score,
D
Once he's got the taste of blood,
He's gonna sneak up on his buddies
A7 D
Starting his own thermo-nuclear war.
(Repeat Chorus)
D
Buy him khakis and fatigues,
And sign him up in little leagues,
A7
Give him callisthenics as a rule.
D
Once you've banished fear and dread,
Then pat his seven year-old head,
A7 D
And send him off to military school.
(Repeat Chorus)
D
Once he's grown to be a man,
He might get tired of blasting Granny,
A7
Then you'll see a crisis coming on.
D
Don't get worried, don't get nervous.
Send that kid into the service,
A7 D
Let him rise into the Pentagon.
D
At the Pentagon he'll rise.
The President he will advise,
A7
His reputation growing all the while.
D
With his picture on the wall,
He'll get that long-awaited call,
A7 D
And press the firing buttons with a smile.
Final Chorus
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