Video Ballad Of A Southern Man de Whiskey Myers 2025 Rock Lyrics

Whiskey Myers - Ballad Of A Southern Man Lyrics

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 drunk past dawn
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

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 drunk past dawn
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

They'll grind us up in a big machine
They'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