Written by Kip Raines and Jeffrey Steele
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Well, Grandaddy was a hillbilly scholar, blue collar of a man.
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He came from the 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 backwoods, backwards, used words like:
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"No Sir," "Yes, Ma'am," "By God," "Be darned,"
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"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 an idle horse,
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"So you listen to me squirt.
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"Don't get too high on the bottle,
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And get right with the Man.
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Fight your fights, find your grace,
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And all the things that you can change,
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And help somebody if you can."
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Now Granny said: "Sonny, stick to your gun I 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 five feet of concrete.
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New York born an' raised on a slick city street.
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She'd cold-stare you down, stand her ground,
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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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Takin' her last few breaths of life, smilin' as she said:
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"Don't get too high on the bottle,
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Just a little sip ev'ry now and then.
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Fight your fights, find your grace,
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And all the things that you can change,
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And help somebody if you can.
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And get right with the Man."
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Instrumental Break.
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(C'mon now.)
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"I never let a cowboy make the coffee."
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Yeah, thats what Granny always said to my Grandad.
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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,
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Get right with the Man, son.
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Fight your fights, find your grace,
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And all the things that you can change,
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And help somebody if you can.
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And get right with the Man."
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Yeah.
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(Get too high.)
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(Help somebody if you can.)
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Help Somebody
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