Could write a whole damn novel
About how better off I'd be
But then You know, Truth be told, I would not be me
So like a fancy business lunch
I'm gonna write this off
Turn the cheek, Tuck the tail, Take a little walk
Keep it simple stupid
Granddaddy said to me
Don't ever play with fire
Around live artillery
May experience great fortune
Other times the cupboards lean
So learn to bait the hook my boy
And keep your nose clean
There's beer down in those drums
Brown liquor fills the handles
May think you're seeing flames
But those are only candles
Gotta keep them glowing bright,
Gotta keep them burning strong
'Cause in the end there's only love
I heard it in a song
Can lead a horse to water
But can't teach it where to piss
Always take your best shot kid
Sometimes you're gonna miss
Waste not, want not tell the truth
And Always clean your plate
Put away your precious tools
Try not to be late
Might be a bit confusing
Building in a pile
But speaking very frankly
Hell promise it worthwhile
And with his belly full
And a rare tumbler of rye
Granddaddy said to me
With that twinkle in his eyes
There's beer down in those drums
And brown liquor fills those handles
May think you're seeing flames
But those are only candles
Gotta keep them glowing bright,
Gotta keep them burning strong
'Cause in the end there's only love
I heard that in a song
His daddy was a pistol, that makes him a son of a gun, never learned to compromise and always quick to run