Well grandaddy was a hillbilly scholar
Blue collar of a man...
He came from the school
Where you didn't need nothin' if you couldn't make it with your own two hands
He was backwoods, backwards, used words like:
No sir, yes ma'am, by god, be darned, hell yeah I'm American..
And all the years he walked this earth
I swear all he did was work
He said the devil dreams on an idle horse
So you listen to me squirt..

Don't get too high on a bottle
And get right with the man
Fight your fights, find your grace
And all the things that you can't change, and help somebody if you can

Now Granny said sonny
Stick to your gun if you believe in something
No matter what
Cause it's better to be hated for who you are
Than beloved for what you're not
She was 5 feet of concrete
New York born and raised on a slick city street
She'll stare you down, stand her ground
Still kickin' and screamin' at 93
I remember just how frail she looked
In that hospital bed
Taking her last few breaths of life
And smiling as she said
Don't get too high on a bottle
Just a little sip every now and then
Fight your fights
Find your grace
And all the things that you can't change
And help somebody if you can
And get right with the man

I never let a cowboy make the coffee
Yeah that's what Granny always said to my Grandad
And he'd say never tell a joke
That ain't that funny more than once
And if you want to hear God laugh
Tell Him your plans

Don't get too high on a bottle
Get right with the man, son
Fight your fights
Find your grace
And all the things you two can't change
And help somebody if you can
And get right with the man

And get right with the man