Whiskey Myers - Ballad of a Southern Man текст песни

Текст песни Ballad of a Southern Man - Whiskey Myers



My first rifle was a .243
Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me
And they taught me how to shoot with a steady hand
I guess that's somethin' you don't understand
Now, I grew up on a prison farm
Sneaking pulls of shine from a mason jar
Used to go fishing out Pickle Creek dam
But I guess that's somethin' you don't understand
Grandma's in the kitchen
Papa's done past on
We sit out on the front porch
Just a pickin' on the songs
And there's blood on the table
'Cause we work for what we have
And I was raised in this land
I guess that's somethin' you don't understand
And I still fly that southern flag
Whistling Dixieland enough to brag
And I know all the words to simple man
I guess that's somethin' you don't understand
Pledge my allegiance the original way
Say, Merry Christmas not happy holidays
I can't change my ways, I know who I am
I guess that's somethin' you don't understand
Grandma's in the kitchen
Papa's done past on
We sit out on the front porch
Just a pickin' on the songs
There's blood on the table
'Cause we work for what we have
I was raised in this land
I guess that's somethin' you don't understand
A pile of soap and a big machine
I'll feed us all on the same beliefs
Holy dollar and a credit card
But we got a way of doin' things
And no bankers gonna steal from me
They wanna tear it all apart
Grandma's in the kitchen
Papa's done past on
We sit out on the front porch
Just a pickin' on the songs
And there's a bible on the table
'Cause he bleed for what we have
And that's the ballad of a southern man
I guess that's somethin' you don't understand
My first rifle was a .243
Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me



Авторы: Gary Brown, Cody Tate, John Jeffers, Cody Cannon, Leroy Powell


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