Whiskey Myers - Ballad Of A Southern Man lyrics
rate memy first rifle was a 243
papa gave to daddy and daddy gave to me
and they taught me how to shoot with a steady hand
i guess thats something you don't understand
now i grew up on a prison phone
sneaking pulls of shine from a mason jar
used to go fishing out cripple creek dam
but i guess thats something you don't understand
and grandmas in the kitchen
papas drunk past dawn
we sit out on the front porch
just a pickin' on the song"s
and there's blood on the table
cause we work for what we have
and i was raised in this land
i guess thats something you don't understand
I still fly that southern flag
whistling dixie loud enough to brag
and i know all the words to simple man
i guess thats something you don't understand
i pledge my allegiance the original way
say merry christmas not happy holidays
i cant change my ways I know who i am
i guess thats something you don't understand
and grandmas in the kitchen
and papas done passed on
we'd sit out on the front porch
just a pickin on a song
and there's blood on the table
Cause we work for what we have
and i was raised in this land
i guess thats something you don't understand
grind us up in a big machine
they'll feed us all on the same beliefs
Oh a dollar and a credit card
but we got a way of doing things
and no body's gonna steal from me
they wanna tear it all apart
and grandmas in the kitchen
and papas done passed on
we'd sit out on the front porch
just a pickin on a song
and there's a bible on the table
cause he bled for what we have
and thats the ballad of a southern man
i guess thats something you don't understand
My first rifle was a 243
Papa gave to daddy and daddy gave to me
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