Well, Granddaddy was a hillbilly, scholar blue collar of a man
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He came from the school where you didn't need nothing
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If you could make it with your own two hands
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He was backwoods, backwards, used words like, 'No sir, yes ma'am'
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By God be darned, hell yeah, I'm American
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And all the years he walked this Earth, I swear all he did was work
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He said, "The Devil dreams on an idle horse so you listen to me squirt
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Don't get too high on the bottle and get right with the man
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Fight your fights, find the grace in all the things that you can't change
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And help somebody, if you can"
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Now, Granny said, "Son, I'd stick to your gun" and said
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"If you believe in something no matter what
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'Cause it's better to be hated for who you are
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Than be loved for who you're not"
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She was 5 feet of concrete
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New York born and raised on the slick city street
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She'd cold stare you down
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Stand her ground, still kickin' and screamin' at 93
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I remember just how frail she looked in that hospital bed
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Taking her last few breaths of life, smilin' as she said
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"Don't get too high on the bottle, just a little sip every now and then
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Fight your fights, find the grace, in all the things that you can't change
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And help somebody if you can and get right with the man"
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"I never let a cowboy make the coffee"
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Yeah, that's what granny always said to my Granddad
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And he'd say, "Never tell a joke that ain't that funny more than once
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And if you wanna hear God laugh, tell him your plans"
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"Don't get too high on the bottle, get right with the man, son
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Fight your fights, find the grace in all the things that you can't change
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And help somebody if you can and get right with the man"
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Get Right With The Man
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| Van Zant |
