We Ain't Much Different

This is a story about living

A tale of a long, hard road

Ain't whole lotta misgivens

Of things I that I thought I sold

My daddy was a real hard worker

He said son there will come a day

Talking always cheap

Heres what daddy had to say

(Chorus)

With these hands I've made my livin'

With these hands I've held a child

With these hands I've climbed a mountain

Sometimes we forget, we ain't much different at all

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We like the grits, you like the apple

Ain't nothing wrong with that

We say ya'll, you say you's

It depends where your at

Well, a little bit of music is a whole lotta fun, and its always good for the soul

From New York City down to California

Ya' know it's only rock'n'roll

(Chorus)

With these hands we've come together

With these hands we can change the world

With these hands I play my music

Sometimes we forget, we ain't much different at all

Oh not at all

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So what I'm trying to tell

Is that I'm only one son of the south

And its gonna take more than me and you

To work this whole thing out

(Chorus)

With these hands I've made my livin'

With these hands I've held a child

With these hands I've climbed a mountain

Sometimes we forget, oh

With these hands we've come together

With these hands we can change the world

With these hands I play my music

Sometimes we forget, we aint much different

We ain't much different

Ain't much different

Ain't much different

At all