Well, granddaddy was a hillbilly scholar, blue collar of a man He came from the school where you didn't need nothin' If you couldn't make it with your own two hands He was backwoods, backwards, used words like No sir, yes, ma'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 a bottle And get right with the man Fight your fights, find a grace And all the things that you can change And help somebody if you can Now granny said, "Sonny, stick to your guns If you believe in something, no matter what 'Cause it's better to be hated for who you are Than be loved for who you're not" She was five feet of concrete New York born an' raised on a slick city street She'd cold-stare you down, stand her ground Still kickin' and screamin' at 93 I remember just how frail she looked in that hospital bed Takin' her last few breaths of life, smilin' as she said "Don't get too high on a bottle Just a little sip every now and then Fight your fights, find a grace And all the things that you can change And help somebody if you can And get right with the man" C'mon now, yeah 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 that ain't that funny more than once "And if you wanna hear God laugh, tell him your plans" Don't get too high on a bottle Get right with the man, son Fight your fights, find a grace And all the things that you can change And help somebody if you can And get right with the man Yeah (Get too high) (Help somebody if you can) And get right with the man © SONGS OF WINDSWEPT PACIFIC; 3 RING CIRCUS; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com