Testo Rules - The Lacs
Testo della canzone Rules (The Lacs), tratta dall'album Dirt Rock
He said, "Boy, you got some big ol' shoes to fill
Kick back a few shots of the jar when you want to
Never leave a good friend astray
These guns I'm passin' down, son, they ain't toys"
I was raised in a place that was known to be rough
I was washed on the bank down a decent bluff
The muddy river water runnin' was a lesson for me
It taught me 'bout the only way to get to the sea
And it ain't about the race that was back in the day
See, you can't desecrate them old southern ways
My great-granddaddy always flew confederate flags
Papa Reilly did too and so did my dad
It's funny I'ma let this lesson live on
Got to law down the law with two boys of my own
Show them how to do it when I am dead and gone
I can rest easy knowin' that they're southern strong
I said, "Boy, you got some big ol' shoes to fill
A lot of workin' like a dog out in them fields
Kick back a few shots of the jar when you want to
Never take it too far
Never leave a good friend astray
Got to mean what you say, a good firm handshake
These guns I'm passin' down, son, they ain't toys, oh yeah
A few rules for a southern boy"
I'm rollin' through the backwoods, sippin' on a that good
Thinkin' about a time it was just some ol' flat wood
Chain gang slings and breakin' them oaks
And Uncle Noodle taught me all about makin' them roads
I thought I was tough but not half as damn tough and rough
As my daddy and grand daddy was
Hey, spread your wings and go act strong
But eventually your roots will bring you back home
We got different ways of copin' and movin' along
But me, I ride the same roads that I grew up on
That I blew up on and now you up on
And I'll never forget the ones dead and gone
I said, "Boy, you got some big ol' shoes to fill
A lot of workin' like a dog out in them fields
Kick back a few shots of the jar when you want to
Never take it too far
Never leave a good friend astray
Got to mean what you say, a good firm handshake
These guns that I'm passin' down, son, they ain't toys
A few rules for a southern boy"
He said, "Boy, you got some big ol' shoes to fill
Kick back a few shots of the jar when you want to
Never leave a good friend astray
These guns that I'm passin' down, son, they ain't toys
A few rules for a southern boy"
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Writer(s): King Brian Andrew, Sharpe Robert Clayton, Wesley David Breit
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