Chorus B F# We don’t call 911, where we come from, B We still cling to our God and our gun. E We were taught to stand our ground and not to run, F# B No, we don’t call 911, where we come from. Verse 1 E Some friends from the big city stopped by our old country home, F# B He said, “Ain’t you afraid of living, way out here all alone?” E “That’s just the way we were raised,” I said, and all we’ve ever known. F# B Hell, I can still remember, when we had no telephone. Chorus B F# We don’t call 911, where we come from, B We still cling to our God and our gun. E We were taught to stand our ground and not to run, F# B No, we don’t call 911, where we come from. Verse 2 E This young gal of 80-years on the Late-Night TV News, F# B And the people in her viewing, well they all seen the news. E They said she was a hero, when she caught some local bum, F# B As he was crawling through her window, and he met her big shotgun. Chorus B F# We don’t call 911, where we come from, B We still cling to our God and our gun. E We were taught to stand our ground and not to run, F# B No, we don’t call 911, where we come from. Instrumental B F# B E F# B (Modulate to " D " Chord) Chorus C# G# We don’t call 911, where we come from, C# We still cling to our God and our gun. F# We were taught to stand our ground and not to run, G# C# No, we don’t call 911, where we come from. C# G# We don’t call 911, where we come from, C# We still cling to our God and our gun. F# We were taught to stand our ground and not to run, son. G# C# No, we don’t call 911, where we come from. Outro F# We were taught to stand our ground and not to run, son. G# C# No, we don’t call 911, where we come from.
