Well grand daddy was a hilly billy scholar blue collar of a man
he came from the school were you didn’t need nothin
if you couldn’t make it with your own 2 hands
he was back woods, backwards
used words like no sir, yes ma’am, by god, be darn,
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’
(chorus)
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 sombody if you can
Now granny said ‘Sonny stick to your guns
as if you believe in somethin no matter what
cause it’s better to be hated for who you are
then be loved for who your not’
she was 5 feet of concrete
New York born and raised on a 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
takin the 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 sombody 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 grandad
and he’d say never tell a joke that aint that funny more than once
and if you wanna hear God laugh tell him your plans
Don’t get too high on the bottle
and 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
And get right with the man!
