Clint Eastwood Soundboard Edit

And your word of death it's here in my pistols and there in your rifles

Dying ain't much of a living boy

Dying ain't so hard for men like you and me it's living that's hard when all you ever cared about has been butchered or ****d

Every gun makes its own tune

Friendly Little Reminder #clint eastwood #dirty harry #anti drug #can kill you #the 80s

From governments you don't always get a fair word or a fair fight i've come here to give you either one or get either one from you

Get off my lawn #clint eastwood #gran torino #get off my lawn #no #gtfo #get out #intimidate

God's not on our side 'cause he hates idiots also

Governments don't live together people live together

Hell man! Can't you get her to shut up?

How come you're doing this then i've got nothing better to do

How is it with stains

How peaceful and quiet amigo like a cemetery for instance

I came here like this so you'll know my word of death is true and that my word of life is then true

I came here to die with you or live with you

I guess we all died a little in that damn war

I kind of liked her but it's always like that like what whenever I get to liking someone they ain't around long

I thought you might tell me where we're going towards 200000 is that good enough for you

I've never seen so many men wasted so badly

If you do that you'll always be poor just like the greasy rat that you are

If you lose your head and you give up then you neither live nor win that's just the way it is

If your friends stay out in the damp, they're liable to catch a cold. Or a bullet

Is that the kind of dumb jokes they teach to pretty girls in kansas

Now remember when things look bad and it looks like you won't make it then you got to get mean I mean plumb mad dog mean!

See you soon idiots it's for you

Six perfect number isn't three the perfect number yeah but I got six more bullets in my gun

Sometimes trouble just follows a man

Sorry shorty

Such ingratitude after all the times i've saved your life

Sure well after a meal there's nothing like a good cigar

That's true I ain't promising you nothing extra

The lord gives the lord takes away

The way back to town is only 70 miles you know if you save your breath I feel a man like you could manage it adios

To hell with them fellows buzzards got to eat same as worms

We'll have whiskey all around comanchero brand

Where we going where where i'm going amigo

Yeah I always heard there were three kinds of suns in kansas sunshine sunflowers and sons of bitches

You can't get them all josey that's a fact

You going to pull those pistols or whistle dixie

You know there ain't no forgetting

You see in this world there's two kinds of people my friend those with loaded guns and those who dig you dig