[ Featuring
Sterling ]
This here's the singalong version
Of the story
Of my great, late, Uncle Joe
He was a "smoke 'em if ya got 'em" type
"Kill the whole bottle!"
Pushed the pedal till the whole thing broke
And my mamma used to say
He'd always been a little devil and a risk-taker
She said her pappa even nicknamed him
My granddaddy called him Haymaker
I met him late in his life
Because a family fights
But that's a story you already know
I was drinking
I was cussing
More than all my other cousins
Must be something that the old kin know
He said you got a reputation of a little troublemaker
And a hell-raiser
I bet you thinking you'se a man, ain't you?
I bet you thinking you'se a Haymaker
He said
If you're gonna drink
If you're gonna fight
If you're gonna stay up late all night
You learn every single record
That they got on that jukebox there
You buy the next round
And shoot your shot
You give them hell - if that's all you've got
You do all the things they'll never let you
And they never will forget you were here
Now I chase all my thoughts of Haymaker
With a couple of tears
He said the world ain't gonna plan
For the wandering man
It don't like the things it can't control
Living life on the town
Never trying to come down
Letting the dice and the good times roll
But you cut a little closer
Trying to be a casanova and a heartbreaker
You better learn to be a punch-taker
If you're gonna be a Haymaker
He said
If you're gonna drink
If you're gonna fight
If you're gonna stay up late all night
You learn every single record
That they got on that jukebox there
You buy the next round
And shoot your shot
You give them hell - if that's all you've got
You do all the things they'll never let you
And they never will forget you were here
Now I chase all my thoughts of Haymaker
With a couple of tears
And I hold on tight to the times we spent
Listening to Reba, Garth, and Clint
And I still regret
I missed his final days
Yeah, but he's right here now and he's been here since
Every time a grab a guitar and pen
In every word and every chord I play
Now I can't drink
And I can't fight
And I can't drive a dirt road at night
Without thinking of the records
That he played on that jukebox there
He paid his tab
He took his shot
He gave 'em more than he ever got
He did all the things they'd never let him
And he's probably buying Heaven a beer
Yeah he did all the things they never let him
And I never will forget he was here
Now I chase all my thoughts of Haymaker
With a couple of tears
