B. Mackenzie

B. is 147 years old. He is the Banjo Player of Backstreet Devs. B. is also known as "Snoop". The whereabouts of B. are unknown.

B. likes to keep stealthy during off hours and is trying to calm down the public in order to get ahead professionally.

Mystery at grandpa’s mansion

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Song Details

The music is terrific and the lyrics are wonderful. The song was written 2/28/2006 by B. Mackenzie. The originality is perfect.

Fame: 100
Popularity:
Stage Potential: 30
Genre: None
Owner: Intimate NewBorn Rednecks (Evading Dignity)
First Revealed: 2/28/2006 * Songs this old don't have an accurate release date and are considered to be revealed the same day they were composed.

Dominant Instruments

Banjo
Lead Vocals
Acoustic Guitar

Special Lyrics

Went to see ol’ grandpa at his mansion.
Rumours said that he’d been shooting at some people.
I didn’t know what to think of it, but I do know he’s trigger-happy.
His sign claiming that trespassers will be shot is no joke.
If someone approaches he’ll be keen to shoot his load.
Sometimes he can’t even distinguish friend from foe.

Grandpa’ I hope you’re ok. I’m coming there to save ya.
There’s little time to spare. I hope I’m not to late!

Grandpa’ is quite the original.
After all he’s his brothers uncle.
But despite his flaws and errors I love the old man.
He taught me to throw the lasso.
He gave me my first six-shooter.
He was even there to guide me, the first time I was with a girl.

Grandpa’ I hope you’re ok. I’m coming there to save you.
There’s little time to spare. I hope I’m not to late!

I galloped all the way to his mansion.
My head was still aching from last nights drinking.
Had a hard time to focus on the road but I had to hurry.
When I finally got there the place was empty.
I yelled for grandpa but got no answer.
I searched his house and ended up on his front porch.
Signs of struggle but no grandpa.
But on the floor I did find something…. my lost six-shooter.

Grandpa’ what’s going on? I came here to save ya.
I found my lost six-shooter, but now I lost you instead!
This just aint funny no more.
I don’t know what to do.
It just aint funny.

It just aint funny...