Son Of A Gun My Great Great Grandpa was a musket only one son he would want. My Great Great Grandma named him shotgun he used to love to hunt. He too would only want one son and that's just what he got. My Great Grandma named him rifle he was a single shot. Married with one son himself Grandpa wouldn't take no static. His son was highly favored and they named him automatic. Along then came my daddy who I never gave no lip. He lived inside a holster that men wore on their hip. He had a great big family but I'm his favorite one. My daddy was a pistol I'm a son of a son of a son of a gun. Edwin C Hofert