Songtexte Chip Off The Ol' Block - Riley Green

They don't make 'em like they used to
He's still breakin' in Red Wing boots
While he's wearin' out DeWalt tools
Country back before it got cool
From the red on his neck to the dirt on his jeans
I guess a little rubbed off on me

'Cause I hear it all the time, I reckon that I might
Look a little just like my old man did
Like to wet a line and sip a little shine
Guess the apple stuck right where it landed
I like Copenhagen, Willie and Waylon
Bud's Light when the sun gets hot
I shoot green-head ducks, love beat-up trucks
And when the tide comes out on top
I'm just a chip off the ol' block
Chip off the ol' block

He's the reason that I talk like this
Taught me to never take no lip
Guess the reason I ain't got no quit
He's the gravel where I got my grit
So you can call me an S.O.B
And that's alright by me

'Cause I hear it all the time, I reckon that I might
Look a little just like my old man did
Like to wet a line and sip a little shine
Guess the apple stuck right where it landed
I like Copenhagen, Willie and Waylon
Bud's Light when the sun gets hot
I shoot green-head ducks, love beat-up trucks
And when the tide comes out on top
I'm just a chip off the ol' block
I'm just a chip off the ol' block

I hear it all the time, I reckon that I might
Look a little just like my old man did
I like to wet a line and sip a little shine
Guess the apple stuck right where it landed
I like Copenhagen, Willie and Waylon
Bud's Light when the sun gets hot
I shoot green-head ducks, love beat-up trucks
And when the tide comes out on top
Yeah, whether I like it or not
I'm just a chip off the ol' block
I'm just a chip off the ol' block