Morrigan Wilde – I Still Carry Daddy’s Gun

🖤 I Still Carry Daddy’s Gun
Hard Rock · Blues · Post-Grunge

The third spark — where innocence met the barrel.

Before lovers and vengeance, before the woman in the rain, there was only the girl and her father’s rage.
This is where Morrigan Wilde learned the language of violence — the sound of safety clicking into place.
What began as survival would one day become a creed.

Originally released on ‪@DirtyOldManSongs‬ now reborn where it belongs.
Thank you to that channel for giving Morrigan her first home and helping her story find its aim.

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I Still Carry Daddy’s Gun —

I was Daddy’s little angel,
Mama’s pride and joy.
We’d sit out on the porch at night,
He’d teach me how to hold the toy.
Said, “This world ain’t kind, my darling,
Better learn to shoot and run.”
Mama kissed my cheek and whispered,
“Never point it at no one.”

I still carry Daddy’s gun,
Polished steel and a loaded past.
It’s the only piece of home I’ve got,
And the only thing that lasts.
Memories fade and houses burn,
But some ghosts you can’t outrun.
So I smile through the pain, and I still carry
Daddy’s gun.

Mama left too early,
Daddy stumbled down the hall.
Whiskey on his whisper,
I was old enough to know it all.
The walls remember secrets,
And the silence weighs a ton.
By the time I turned eighteen,
There were things that must be done.

I still carry Daddy’s gun,
Polished steel and a loaded past.
It’s the only piece of home I’ve got,
And the only thing that lasts.
Memories fade and houses burn,
But some ghosts you can’t outrun.
So I smile through the pain, and I still carry
Daddy’s gun.

The papers called it ashes,
They said the girl was gone.
But no one heard me screaming,
When his shadow lingered on.
Peace is worth the price,
Of never fearing night.
So I’ll sleep without his whiskey hands,
And learn to breathe in light.

I still carry Daddy’s gun,
Polished steel and a loaded past.
It’s the only piece of home I’ve got,
And the only thing that lasts.
Memories fade and houses burn,
But some ghosts you can’t outrun.
I built a brand new life, but I still carry
Daddy’s gun.

Some sins can’t be forgiven…
So I carried more than one.
I still carry Daddy’s gun.

➤ Next Chapter: Little Red — coming Saturday, 10PM CST