It is essential that you hear me clearly,
Make no mistake: This land is my land!
And I will reach for a shotgun if need be
To take a principled stand.

Don’t think me troubled, don’t think me violent,
But I am determined my land to protect,
In no way retiring, nor will I be silent
About the land that I direct.

The Constitution declares that the people enjoy
The right to bear arms,
My Constitution declares that the people enjoy
The right to bear farms!

If your intention is to rob my acre,
I tell you in so many words to prepare
For the comeuppance, to meet your Maker
And down my barrels to stare!

Sometimes I am pro, sometimes I am anti,
Sometimes I’m a pepper pot called Granny B!
And what I am is a true vigilante

For the land I oversee. . .

The Constitution declares that the people enjoy
The right to bear arms,
My Constitution declares that the people enjoy
The right to bear farms.



Sacred the harvest and sacred the seasons,
And sacred the fruit of the physical toil,
Sacred the means and sacred the reasons
For cultivating the soil. . .