[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 thats something you dont 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 thats somethin you dont understand [Chorus] And grandmas in the kitchen Papas done passed on We sit out on the front porch Just a pickin on a song And theres blood on the table Cause we work for what we have And I was raised in this land I guess thats somethin you dont 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 thats somethin you dont understand [Verse 4] I pledge my allegiance the original way Say Merry Christmas not happy holidays I cant change my ways I know who I am I guess thats somethin you dont understand [Chorus] Grandmas in the kitchen Papas done passed on We sit out on the front porch Just a pickin on a song And theres blood on the table Cause we work for what we have And I was raised in this land I guess thats somethin you dont understand [Verse 5] Theyll grind us up in a big machine Theyll feed us all on the same beliefs For the dollar and a credit card But we got a way of doin things And no bankers gonna steal from me They wanna tear it all apart [Chorus] Grandmas in the kitchen And Papas done passed on We sit out on the front porch Just a pickin on a song And theres a Bible on the table Cause He bled for what we have And thats the ballad of a Southern man I guess thats somethin you dont understand [Outro] My first rifle was a .243 Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me
papa, somethin, understand, guess, thats