Pennsylvania Long Lyrics

Hand built in Lancaster

An American son of a Jager

Hammer forged iron German lock

Set on a curly Maple stock

You've seen every hill every portage

And every long hunt I've ever been on

You fit in my hand like a woman

Yeah you're more like a friend than an old gun

Oh Pennsylvania long

Well you're purdy as a song

Every buck I aimed to shoot

You fell straight and true

I'd be dead without you

Oh Pennsylvania long

Saved my hair more than once

Like when I got 'tween that sow and her cubs

You've sent three or four Redcoats

Down to their grave from a wilderness fort

Oh Pennsylvania long

Well you're purdy as a song

Every buck I aimed to shoot

You fell straight and true

I'd be dead without you

Oh Pennsylvania long

Oh Pennsylvania long

Well you're purdy as a song

Every buck I aimed to shoot

You fell straight and true

I'd be dead without you

Oh Pennsylvania long