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