Whiskey Myers - Ballad of a Southern Man (Lyrics)

Whiskey Myers - Ballad of a Southern Man Stream/Download: (Lyrics): [Verse 1] My first rifle was a .243 That 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 [Verse 2] Now I grew up on a prison farm Sneakin' pulls of shine from a Mason jar Used to go fishin' out Pickle Creek Dam But I guess that's somethin' you don't understand [Chorus] And grandma's in the kitchen Papa's done passed on We sit out on the front porch Just a pickin' on a song 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 somethin' you don't understand [Verse 3] I still fly that Southern flag Whistlin' Dixie loud enough to brag And I know all the words to Simple Man I guess that's somethin' you don't understand [Verse 4] 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 somethin' you don't understand [Chorus] Grandma's in the kitchen Papa's done passed on We sit out on the front porch Just a pickin' on a song 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 somethin' you don't understand [Verse 5] They'll grind us up in a big machine They'll feed us all on the same beliefs For the dollar and a credit card But we got a way of doin' things And no banker's gonna steal from me They wanna tear it all apart [Chorus] Grandma's in the kitchen And Papa's done passed on We sit out on the front porch Just a pickin' on a song And there's a Bible on the table 'Cause He bled for what we have And that's the ballad of a Southern man I guess that's somethin' you don't understand [Outro] My first rifle was a .243 Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me Tags: Ballad of a Southern Man Whiskey Myers Ballad of a Southern Man Whiskey Myers Ballad of a Southern Man Lyrics Grandma's in the kitchen And Papa's done passed on We sit out on the front porch Just a pickin' on a song And there's a Bible on the table 'Cause He bled for what we have And that's the ballad of a Southern man I guess that's somethin' you don't understand Ballad of a Southern Man Lyrics Contact : [email protected]