Ballad Of A Southern Man
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โฑ๏ธ 3:40 duration
๐ ID: 1068033
๐ Lyrics
My first rifle was a .243
Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me
And they taught me how to shoot with a steady hand
I guess that's somethin' you don't understand
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 I guess that's somethin' you don't understand
Grandma's in the kitchen
Papa's done past on
We sit out on the front porch
Just a pickin' on the songs
And there's blood on the table
'Cause we work for what we have
And I was raised in this land
I guess that's somethin' you don't understand
And I still fly that southern flag
Whistling Dixieland enough to brag
And I know all the words to simple man
I guess that's somethin' you don't understand
Pledge my allegiance the original way
Say, Merry Christmas not happy holidays
I can't change my ways, I know who I am
I guess that's somethin' you don't understand
Grandma's in the kitchen
Papa's done past on
We sit out on the front porch
Just a pickin' on the songs
There's blood on the table
'Cause we work for what we have
I was raised in this land
I guess that's somethin' you don't understand
A pile of soap and a big machine
I'll feed us all on the same beliefs
Holy dollar and a credit card
But we got a way of doin' things
And no bankers gonna steal from me
They wanna tear it all apart
Grandma's in the kitchen
Papa's done past on
We 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 that's somethin' you don't understand
My first rifle was a .243
Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me
Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me
And they taught me how to shoot with a steady hand
I guess that's somethin' you don't understand
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 I guess that's somethin' you don't understand
Grandma's in the kitchen
Papa's done past on
We sit out on the front porch
Just a pickin' on the songs
And there's blood on the table
'Cause we work for what we have
And I was raised in this land
I guess that's somethin' you don't understand
And I still fly that southern flag
Whistling Dixieland enough to brag
And I know all the words to simple man
I guess that's somethin' you don't understand
Pledge my allegiance the original way
Say, Merry Christmas not happy holidays
I can't change my ways, I know who I am
I guess that's somethin' you don't understand
Grandma's in the kitchen
Papa's done past on
We sit out on the front porch
Just a pickin' on the songs
There's blood on the table
'Cause we work for what we have
I was raised in this land
I guess that's somethin' you don't understand
A pile of soap and a big machine
I'll feed us all on the same beliefs
Holy dollar and a credit card
But we got a way of doin' things
And no bankers gonna steal from me
They wanna tear it all apart
Grandma's in the kitchen
Papa's done past on
We 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 that's somethin' you don't understand
My first rifle was a .243
Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.26] My first rifle was a .243
[00:06.13] Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me
[00:11.42] And they taught me how to shoot with a steady hand
[00:17.35] I guess that's somethin' you don't understand
[00:22.91] Now, I grew up on a prison farm
[00:28.70] Sneaking pulls of shine from a mason jar
[00:34.41] Used to go fishing out Pickle Creek dam
[00:40.13] But I guess that's somethin' you don't understand
[00:45.64] Grandma's in the kitchen
[00:48.89] Papa's done past on
[00:52.09] We sit out on the front porch
[00:55.28] Just a pickin' on the songs
[00:58.36] And there's blood on the table
[01:01.41] 'Cause we work for what we have
[01:04.74] And I was raised in this land
[01:09.94] I guess that's somethin' you don't understand
[01:15.66] And I still fly that southern flag
[01:21.40] Whistling Dixieland enough to brag
[01:26.69] And I know all the words to simple man
[01:32.61] I guess that's somethin' you don't understand
[01:38.69] Pledge my allegiance the original way
[01:43.96] Say, Merry Christmas not happy holidays
[01:49.24] I can't change my ways, I know who I am
[01:55.69] I guess that's somethin' you don't understand
[02:01.10] Grandma's in the kitchen
[02:04.33] Papa's done past on
[02:07.51] We sit out on the front porch
[02:11.06] Just a pickin' on the songs
[02:14.09] There's blood on the table
[02:16.77] 'Cause we work for what we have
[02:20.30] I was raised in this land
[02:25.45] I guess that's somethin' you don't understand
[02:31.40] A pile of soap and a big machine
[02:34.71] I'll feed us all on the same beliefs
[02:38.60] Holy dollar and a credit card
[02:44.51] But we got a way of doin' things
[02:47.62] And no bankers gonna steal from me
[02:51.30] They wanna tear it all apart
[02:57.13] Grandma's in the kitchen
[03:00.26] Papa's done past on
[03:03.41] We sit out on the front porch
[03:06.33] Just a pickin' on the songs
[03:09.42] And there's a bible on the table
[03:12.86] 'Cause he bleed for what we have
[03:16.03] And that's the ballad of a southern man
[03:21.26] I guess that's somethin' you don't understand
[03:27.00] My first rifle was a .243
[03:33.10] Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me
[03:37.75]
[00:06.13] Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me
[00:11.42] And they taught me how to shoot with a steady hand
[00:17.35] I guess that's somethin' you don't understand
[00:22.91] Now, I grew up on a prison farm
[00:28.70] Sneaking pulls of shine from a mason jar
[00:34.41] Used to go fishing out Pickle Creek dam
[00:40.13] But I guess that's somethin' you don't understand
[00:45.64] Grandma's in the kitchen
[00:48.89] Papa's done past on
[00:52.09] We sit out on the front porch
[00:55.28] Just a pickin' on the songs
[00:58.36] And there's blood on the table
[01:01.41] 'Cause we work for what we have
[01:04.74] And I was raised in this land
[01:09.94] I guess that's somethin' you don't understand
[01:15.66] And I still fly that southern flag
[01:21.40] Whistling Dixieland enough to brag
[01:26.69] And I know all the words to simple man
[01:32.61] I guess that's somethin' you don't understand
[01:38.69] Pledge my allegiance the original way
[01:43.96] Say, Merry Christmas not happy holidays
[01:49.24] I can't change my ways, I know who I am
[01:55.69] I guess that's somethin' you don't understand
[02:01.10] Grandma's in the kitchen
[02:04.33] Papa's done past on
[02:07.51] We sit out on the front porch
[02:11.06] Just a pickin' on the songs
[02:14.09] There's blood on the table
[02:16.77] 'Cause we work for what we have
[02:20.30] I was raised in this land
[02:25.45] I guess that's somethin' you don't understand
[02:31.40] A pile of soap and a big machine
[02:34.71] I'll feed us all on the same beliefs
[02:38.60] Holy dollar and a credit card
[02:44.51] But we got a way of doin' things
[02:47.62] And no bankers gonna steal from me
[02:51.30] They wanna tear it all apart
[02:57.13] Grandma's in the kitchen
[03:00.26] Papa's done past on
[03:03.41] We sit out on the front porch
[03:06.33] Just a pickin' on the songs
[03:09.42] And there's a bible on the table
[03:12.86] 'Cause he bleed for what we have
[03:16.03] And that's the ballad of a southern man
[03:21.26] I guess that's somethin' you don't understand
[03:27.00] My first rifle was a .243
[03:33.10] Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me
[03:37.75]