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Well, Grandaddy was a hillbilly scholar, blue collar of a man
He came from the school where you didn’t need nothin'
If you couldn’t make it with your own two hands
He was backwoods, backwards, used words like:
«No Sir,» «Yes, Ma’am,» «By God,» «Be darned,»
«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 an idle horse
«So you listen to me squirt
«Don't get too high on the bottle
And get right with the Man
Fight your fights, find a grace
And all the things that you can change
And help somebody if you can. "
Now Granny said: «Sonny, stick to your ganas
If you believe in something, no matter what
'Cause it’s better to be hated for who you are
Than be loved for who you’re not. «She was five feet of concrete
New York born an' raised on a slick city street
She’d cold-stare you down, stand her ground
Still kickin' and screamin' at 93
I remember just how frail she looked in that hospital bed:
Takin' her last few breaths of life, smilin' as she said:
«Don't get too high on the bottle
Just a little sip ev’ry now and then
Fight your fights, find a grace
And all the things that you can change
And help somebody if you can
And get right with the Man. "
Instrumental Break
(C'mon now.)
«I never let a cowboy make the coffee.»
Yeah, that’s what Granny always said to my Grandad
And he’d say: «Never tell a joke that ain’t that funny more than once.»
And «if you wanna hear God laugh, tell Him your plans.»
«Don't get too high on the bottle
Get right with the Man, son
Fight your fights, find a grace
And all the things that you can change
And help somebody if you can
And get right with the Man. "
Yeah
(Get too high.)
(Help somebody if you can.)