Kenny Ray Horton: Music

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I was living in Honolulu, HI and I recall when everyday the news had a new abduction of someone's family member to report in a different pat of the country.

We used to get into discussions about them during our breaks an one day someone asked me what I would do if it happened to me...my answer was the title to this song.

Verse 1
I get up every morning
Cup of coffee,
Sit and watch the news
It shakes me
When I hear about families
Getting taken or abused
So I thought I’d write a letter
To anyone who thinks
They’ll mess with my kin
Let them know
If they endanger my family
The hell that they’ll be in
The answer's pretty simple
It’s really cut and dried
You better hope the police find you
‘Fore you’re lookin in my eyes

Chorus
I don’t need to take no hostage
There ain’t no ransom for your life
You best not lay a hand upon
My children or my wife
Stay away from my property
If you intend to do me ill
Or I’ll exercise my God given right
Of free will
I ain’t afrai to use my shotgun
And I know how to tie a noose
Buddy if I find you first
You ain’t getting loose
And it won’t be your trial
They’ll be watchin
It’ll be mine

Verse 2
I don’t know how
Some folks do it
Waiting patiently
While the wheel of justice turn
I’d have way too much
I’d have to get done
Before that day would adjourn
I’d be loadin up my pick-up
With my shotgun
And my trusted huntin dogs
And on that particular morning
I wouldn’t slop my hogs
I can track you
In the deep woods
Or on some
City street
I promise you this one thing
If you cross me
We’ll meet