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Well Granddaddy was a hillbilly, skyler blue collar of a man He came from the school where you didn't need nothingif you could Make it with your own two hands He was backwoods, backwards, used words like no sir, yes m'am,by God be darned, hell yeah I'm American!And 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 the grace in all the things that you can't change And help somebody, if you can Now Granny said son, I'd stick to your gun and said,if you believe in something no matter what Cause its better to be hated for who you are than beloved for who you're not She was 5 feet of concrete, New York born and raised on the slick city street She'd cold stare you down, stand her ground, still kickin' and screamin' at 93I remember just how frail she looked in that hospital bed,taking her last few breaths of life, smilin' as she said Don't get too high on the bottle, just a little sip every now and then Fight your fights, find the grace, in all the things that you can't change And help somebody if you can And get right with the Man I never let a cowboy make the coffee Yeah, that's what granny always said to my Granddad And he'd say, never tell a joke thatain'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 the grace in all the things that you can't change And help somebody if you can And get right with the Man
