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[Verse] |
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The old man was a good man he raised his children right |
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He taught us how to work hard and showed us how to fight |
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Told me about the good Lord and when to use a gun |
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Made me very proud of where it is that I come from |
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[Chorus] |
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When I die put my father in the big same urn |
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Look down at me smiling I don't want no beating tune |
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All I leave behind me is a rag of old guitars |
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I may not change the world but I'm gonna leave a scar |
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[Verse] |
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Years a row nobody, the old man turned me loose |
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Way cross town I learned about those sad ol' country blues |
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Taught me how to prep my heart from trying to make it right |
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Told me not to ever break one alone at a time |
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[Chorus] |
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When I die put my father in the big same urn |
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Look down at me smiling I don't want no beating tune |
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All I leave behind me is a rag of old guitars |
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I may not change the world but I'm gonna leave a scar |
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[Bridge] |
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Hope you have me on your memory like a painted old tattoo |
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I might not make a history book but I'll burn a page or two |
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Yeah |
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[Chorus] |
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When I die put my father in the big same urn |
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Look down at me smiling I don't want no beating tune |
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All I leave behind me is a rag of old guitars |
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I may not change the world but I'm gonna leave a scar |
