Lyrics
I had a dumb little brother, dumb as he could be
Never understood why he couldn't climb up on a tree
Tryin' to buy more liquor was his only thorn
Ask for any ID, brother said, "'Bout what?"
Bless his heart, bless his heart today
"Bless his heart," that's a-what we say
You can say what you want about whoever you want
Bless his heart today
She was driving with her cell phone, talkin' to her mom
Cut off two policemen tryin' to put makeup on
Everybody swearin', stompin' brakes, and honkin' horns
Never gave a damn since the day she was born
Bless her heart, get out of her way
Bless her heart, pull over and pray
Poor thing can't afford to be a-runnin' late
Bless her heart today
It's a Southern thing
For the potato queens
It's a Southern thing
We know we shouldn't say it, but we can't help ourselves
If you must say somethin' good, well, go and sit by yourself
Bless his heart
It's a Southern thing (Southern thing)
For the potato queens
It's a Southern thing (Southern thing)
We know we shouldn't say it, but we can't help ourselves
If you must say somethin' good, well, go and sit by yourself
Had a hillbilly band for 18 years
We had a lot of fun, and we cried a few tears
Got a new band, play some shows on our own
I heard a lady say on her way home
She said, "Bless his heart, he used to good pay
Bless his heart, but, honey, please don't say
He used to be so young, and now he's old and in a way
Bless his heart today"
Yeah, bless his heart, bless his heart today
Bless his heart, that's a-what we say
You can say what you want about whoever you want
Bless his heart today
And you can say what you want about whoever you want
If you say, "Bless his heart today"