Hand built in Lancaster An American son of a Jäger 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 3 or 4 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