Granddaddy was a hillbilly scholar, blue collar of a man.
He came from a school where you didn't need nothin'
If you couldn't make it with your own two hands.
He was back woods, back wards, used words like: no sir, yes
mam, by god, be darned and hell yeah I'm American
In all the years he walked this earth,
I swear all he did was work.
He said the devil dreams on that idle horse
So listen to me squirt.
Don't get too high on the bottle and get right w/ the man
Fight your fights, find your grace and all the things that you can't change.
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Now Granny said son stick to your guns, if you believe in something no matter what.
Cause it's better to be hated for who you are,
Than be loved for who your not.
She was five feet of concrete,
NY born and raised on slick city streets
She'd cold stare you down, stand her ground
Still kickin' and screaming at 93.
I remember just how frail she looked in that hospital bed.
Takin' her last few breaths of life, Smiling as she said
Chorus + And get right w/ the man
I never let a cowboy make the coffee,
Yeah, that''s what Granny always said to my Granddad.
He said never tell a joke that ain't that funny more than
once. If you want to hear God laugh tell him your plans.
Chorus + And get right w/ the man