โหลดเพลง mp3 Ballad Of A Southern Man - Whiskey Myers

Ballad Of A Southern Man - Whiskey Myers
Written by：John Jeffers/Gary Brown/Cody Cannon/Cody Tate/Leroy Powell
My first rifle was a 2 4 3

Papa gave daddy and daddy gave to me

And taught me she with a steady

Hand

Guess so me you don't under stand

Now I grew up on a prison farm

Sneaking pulls of shine
From a mason jar

Used to go fishing
Out pickle creek dam

But guess
So me you don't under stand

Grandmas in the kitchen

Papas drunk past dawn

We sit out on the front porch
Just a pickin' on the songs

And blood on the table
'Cause we work for what we have
I was raised in this land

I Guess so me don't under stand

I still fly that southern flag

Whistling dixieland enough to brag

Know all the words to simple man

I Guess so me you don't under stand

Pledge my allegiance the original way

Say merry christmas not happy holidays

I can't change ways I know who I am

I guess so me don't under stand

Grandmas in the kitchen

Papas drunk past dawn
We sit out on the front porch

Just a pickin' on the songs

S blood on the table
'Cause we work for what we have

And I was raised in this land

I guess so me
You don't understand

Grind us up in a big machine

Feed us all on the same beliefs

Holy dollar and a credit card

But we got a way of doing things

And no bankers gonna steal from me

They wanna tear it all apart

Grandmas in the kitchen

Papas drunk past dawn

Sit out on the front porch

Just a pickin' on the songs

And there's a bible on the table
Cause he bleed for what we have
And that's the ballad of a southern man

I guess so me you don't under stand

My first rifle was a 2 4 3

Papa gave daddy and daddy gave to me