[00:00.00] 作曲 : Brown, Cannon, Jeffers, Powell, Tate
[00:00.00]My first rifle was a .243,
[00:04.56]Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me,
[00:10.38]and they taught me how to shoot with a steady hand,
[00:16.02]I guess that’s something you don't understand.
[00:18.68]
[00:22.08]Now I grew up on a prison farm,
[00:27.39]sneaking pulls of shine from a mason jar,
[00:32.63]used to go fishing out pickle creek dam,
[00:39.99]but I guess that’s something you don't understand.
[00:42.88]
[00:44.85]Grandmas in the kitchen;
[00:48.40]Papas drunk past dawn;
[00:52.14]We sit out on the front porch,
[00:55.00]Just a pickin’ on the songs;
[00:57.99]and there's blood on the table,
[01:01.19]cause we work for what we have;
[01:04.74]and I was raised in this land,
[01:08.49]I guess that’s something you don't understand.
[01:09.55]
[01:15.00]I still fly that southern flag,
[01:19.96]whistling Dixieland enough to brag,
[01:25.22]and I know all the words to simple man,
[01:32.61]I guess that’s something you don't understand.
[01:37.86]
[01:38.51]I pledge my allegiance the original way,
[01:42.66]say Merry Christmas not happy holidays,
[01:49.06]I can’t change my ways I know who I am,
[01:54.71]I guess that’s something you don't understand.
[01:57.70]
[01:59.51]Grandmas in the kitchen;
[02:03.02]Papas drunk past dawn;
[02:06.72]we sit out on the front porch,
[02:09.97]just a pickin’ on the songs;
[02:13.12]and there's blood on the table,
[02:16.51]cause we work for what we have;
[02:19.56]and I was raised in this land,
[02:23.27]I guess that’s something you don't understand.
[02:26.44]
[02:30.54]They'll grind us up in a big machine;
[02:34.60]They'll feed us all on the same beliefs,
[02:37.00]Holy dollar and a credit card;
[02:41.15]but we got a way of doing things,
[02:46.94]and no bankers gonna steal from me;
[02:50.60]they wanna tear it all apart.
[02:52.06]
[02:56.81]Grandmas in the kitchen;
[02:59.96]Papas done past on;
[03:02.15]we sit out on the front porch,
[03:05.75]just a pickin’ on the songs;
[03:08.60]and there's a bible on the table,
[03:11.94]cause he bleed for what we have,
[03:15.55]and that’s the ballad of a southern man,
[03:19.29]I guess that’s something you don't understand.
[03:25.79]
[03:26.59]My first rifle was a .243,
[03:31.23]Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me