Rules

He said, "Boy, you got some big ol' shoes to fill

Kick back a few shots of the jar when you want to

Never leave a good friend astray

These guns I'm passin' down, son, they ain't toys"

I was raised in a place that was known to be rough

I was washed on the bank down a decent bluff

The muddy river water runnin' was a lesson for me

It taught me 'bout the only way to get to the sea

And it ain't about the race that was back in the day

See, you can't desecrate them old southern ways

My great-granddaddy always flew confederate flags

Papa Reilly did too and so did my dad

It's funny I'ma let this lesson live on

Got to law down the law with two boys of my own

Show them how to do it when I am dead and gone

I can rest easy knowin' that they're southern strong

I said, "Boy, you got some big ol' shoes to fill

A lot of workin' like a dog out in them fields

Kick back a few shots of the jar when you want to

Never take it too far

Never leave a good friend astray

Got to mean what you say, a good firm handshake

These guns I'm passin' down, son, they ain't toys, oh yeah

A few rules for a southern boy"

I'm rollin' through the backwoods, sippin' on a that good

Thinkin' about a time it was just some ol' flat wood

Chain gang slings and breakin' them oaks

And Uncle Noodle taught me all about makin' them roads

I thought I was tough but not half as damn tough and rough

As my daddy and grand daddy was

Hey, spread your wings and go act strong

But eventually your roots will bring you back home

We got different ways of copin' and movin' along

But me, I ride the same roads that I grew up on

That I blew up on and now you up on

And I'll never forget the ones dead and gone

I said, "Boy, you got some big ol' shoes to fill

A lot of workin' like a dog out in them fields

Kick back a few shots of the jar when you want to

Never take it too far

Never leave a good friend astray