Guns Drawn

Written and Composed by: Bobby Bookout

Copyright 2009 Bookout Music (BMI)


The year was 2G we were out to sea, Me and my boys in our blue and green

We hadn’t seen land in a month it seemed, Our next port was Israeli

Lines hit the pier, it was time to go, We were on deck in bout an hour or so

Me and my boy Antone Loco, You never seen a duo like this before

A bottle in hand and without a plan, We hit the town, did it up real grand

Parted with a couple Russian lady friends, We were rushin cause we had to make a 6am

Cab was long gone when we caught on, There were fences to hop, there were miles to run

We were following coastline and racin the sun, When some local boys in cammies interrupted our fun


And I said “ooh ooh… they’ve got their guns drawn”

The fella with the 50 chambered one, We said…

“Whoa whoa American”

Crew of the proud U.S.S. Trenton

They said I.D… We gave ‘em some

Then they gave us a ride to the pier we docked on

The OOD shouted here they come, salute

Permission to come aboard and our day was done


Skip a few tales go forward in time, To Norfolk VA Waterside Drive

Bouncer and his boys were lookin for a fight, juice got him courage and a bloody eye

Cops broke it up and things seemed fine, Hangin’  waitin’ on shore patrol to arrive

But Ton didn’t think it justified, me in cuffs and that joker free inside

Told him you, jay, kev, take the car and go, I’ll be fine see you back at the boat

Jay said ‘cmon’ he said ‘no! Officer… We gon talk about this some more

Cop said ‘beat it or you’ll be next, But Ton didn’t deal to well with threats

Slapped away the cops finger that was on his chest, then bolted when the cop said ur under arrest


And I said “ooh ooh… they’ve got their guns drawn”

But ooh ooh my boy could run

All state track… and he was gone

They radioed back up, brief description

20 minutes later came joggin along

He’d been around down town and was back to square one

Then a trap was sprung, he got clipped and stunned

And therein lies the end of another day’s fun


9/11 came and when the planes hit, the judge’s gavel struck and our case was dismissed

Went back to the boat and I’ll never forget, that day or all the others, my brothers, that old ship

There were stapled heads and broken noses, thorough breds and tough guy poses

A blown up car first thing in the mornin’, Pac at wet well ops, and now for the closin’

To the U.S.N. fleet, bees, my friends, thanks for the memories, I’ll love you to the end...