Lyrics 50 Years Too Late - Drake White

I like spring and dogs and rusty screen doors
Candle light on creaky wood floors
A good sunrise and fireflies in a jar, yes
A banjo ringin' through the pines
The way I feel on homemade wine and jug fishin'
Under a sky full of stars
Well, I'm okay, yes, I'm just fine
Just wish the world would move slower
Or that I could go back in time
Well, I'm just a down home southern
Lord, I don't need nothing just enough to get me by
And I was raised at an early age when you shake a man's hand
You look him square in the eye
I'm a real cool, old school, don't you lie to me fool
There ain't a damn thing about me fake, naw
I'm a modern day John Wayne, got my daddy's last name
Born fifty years too late
Yep, ah (ah-ooh)
Now, whatever happened to an honest day's work
Sweatin' your ass off in a flannel shirt
It's a fast paced rat race, don't even know
Take who's a gonna finish first
Nowadays it's safe to say that a damn dog's got more rights
'Cause the administration's tryin' to rule the population
Folks, we gotta stand up and we gotta fight
But I don't complain, I take it all in stride
Just seems this whole world, it has changed
And almost overnight
Well, I'm just a down home southern
Lord, I don't need nothing just enough to get me by
And I was raised at an early age when you shake a man's hand
You look him square in the eye
I'm a real cool, old school, don't you lie to me fool
There ain't a damn thing about me fake
I'm a modern day John Wayne, got my daddy's last name
Born fifty years too late
Yeah
Born fifty years too late
Just down home southern
Lord, I don't need nothing just enough to get me by
And I was raised at an early age when you shake a man's hand
You look him square in the eye
I'm a real cool, old school, don't you lie to me fool
There ain't a damn thing about me fake, no sir
Well, I'm a modern day John Wayne, got my daddy's last name
Born fifty years too late, ha
Born fifty years too late
Born fifty years too late
I like spring, dogs and rusty screen doors
Candle light on creaky wood floors
A good sunrise and fireflies in a jar