Well Granddaddy was a hillbilly, scholar blue collar of a man
He came from the school where you didn't need nothing
if you could Make it with your own two hands
He was backwoods, backwards, used words like no sir, yes ma'am,
by God be darned, hell yeah I'm American!
And all the years he walked this Earth, I swear all he did was work
He said the devil dreams on an idle horse, so you listen to me squirt!
Don't get too high on the bottle and get right with the Man
Fight your fights, find the grace in all the things that you can't change
And help somebody, if you can
Now Granny said son, I'd stick to your gun and said,
if you believe in something no matter what
Cause its better to be hated for who you are than beloved for who you're not
She was 5 feet of concrete, New York born and raised on the slick city street
She'd cold stare you down, stand her ground, still kickin' and screamin' at 93
I remember just how frail she looked in that hospital bed,
taking her last few breaths of life, smilin' as she said
Don't get too high on the bottle, just a little sip every now and then
Fight your fights, find the grace, in all the things that you can't change
And help somebody if you can
And get right with the Man
I never let a cowboy make the coffee
Yeah, that's what granny always said to my Granddad
And he'd say, never tell a joke that ain't that funny more than once
And if you wanna hear God laugh, tell him your plans
Don't get too high on the bottle
Get right with the Man, son
Fight your fights, find the grace in all the things that you can't change
And help somebody if you can
And get right with the Man
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Well Granddaddy was a hillbilly, scholar blue collar of a man
He came from the school where you didn't need nothing
if you could Make it with your own two hands
He was backwoods, backwards, used words like no sir, yes ma'am,
by God be darned, hell yeah I'm American!
And all the years he walked this Earth, I swear all he did was work
He said the devil dreams on an idle horse, so you listen to me squirt!
Don't get too high on the bottle and get right with the Man
Fight your fights, find the grace in all the things that you can't change
And help somebody, if you can
Now Granny said son, I'd stick to your gun and said,
if you believe in something no matter what
Cause its better to be hated for who you are than beloved for who you're not
She was 5 feet of concrete, New York born and raised on the slick city street
She'd cold stare you down, stand her ground, still kickin' and screamin' at 93
I remember just how frail she looked in that hospital bed,
taking her last few breaths of life, smilin' as she said
Don't get too high on the bottle, just a little sip every now and then
Fight your fights, find the grace, in all the things that you can't change
And help somebody if you can
And get right with the Man
I never let a cowboy make the coffee
Yeah, that's what granny always said to my Granddad
And he'd say, never tell a joke that ain't that funny more than once
And if you wanna hear God laugh, tell him your plans
Don't get too high on the bottle
Get right with the Man, son
Fight your fights, find the grace in all the things that you can't change
And help somebody if you can
And get right with the Man
He came from the school where you didn't need nothing
if you could Make it with your own two hands
He was backwoods, backwards, used words like no sir, yes ma'am,
by God be darned, hell yeah I'm American!
And all the years he walked this Earth, I swear all he did was work
He said the devil dreams on an idle horse, so you listen to me squirt!
Don't get too high on the bottle and get right with the Man
Fight your fights, find the grace in all the things that you can't change
And help somebody, if you can
Now Granny said son, I'd stick to your gun and said,
if you believe in something no matter what
Cause its better to be hated for who you are than beloved for who you're not
She was 5 feet of concrete, New York born and raised on the slick city street
She'd cold stare you down, stand her ground, still kickin' and screamin' at 93
I remember just how frail she looked in that hospital bed,
taking her last few breaths of life, smilin' as she said
Don't get too high on the bottle, just a little sip every now and then
Fight your fights, find the grace, in all the things that you can't change
And help somebody if you can
And get right with the Man
I never let a cowboy make the coffee
Yeah, that's what granny always said to my Granddad
And he'd say, never tell a joke that ain't that funny more than once
And if you wanna hear God laugh, tell him your plans
Don't get too high on the bottle
Get right with the Man, son
Fight your fights, find the grace in all the things that you can't change
And help somebody if you can
And get right with the Man