Ballad Of A Southern Man Lyrics - Firewater - Whiskey Myers

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 something 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 something you don't understand. 

Grandmas in the kitchen 

Papas 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 something you don't understand. 

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I still fly that southern flag 

whistling Dixieland enough to brag 

and I know all the words to simple man 

I guess that's something you don't understand. 

I 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 something you don't understand. 

Grandmas in the kitchen 

Papas 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 something you don't understand. 

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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 doing things 

and no bankers gonna steal from me 

they wanna tear it all apart. 

Grandmas in the kitchen 

Papas 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 something you don't understand. 

My first rifle was a .243 

Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me.