They don't make ‘em like they used to Still breaking in red wing boots While he wearing I'll be wall tools Country back before it got cool From the red on his neck to the dirt on his jeans I guess a little rubbed off on me
Cause I hear it all the time Reckon that I might, look a little just like my ol' man did Like to wet a line, sip a little shine Guess the apple stuck right where it landed I like copenhagen, Willie and Waylon Busch light when the sun gets hot Shoot green head ducks, love beat up trucks And when the tide comes out on top I'm just a chip off the ol' block
Chip off the ol' block
He's the reason that I talk like this Taught me to never take no lip That's the reason I got no quit He's the gravel where I got my grit So you can call me an SOB, that's alright by me
Cause I hear it all the time Reckon that I might, look a little just like my old man did Like to wet a line, sip a little shine Guess the apple stuck right where it landed I like copenhagen, Willie and Waylon Busch light when the sun gets hot I shoot green head ducks, love beat up trucks And when the tide comes out on top I'm just a chip off the ol' block
Chip off the ol' block
Cause I hear it all the time Reckon that I might, look a little just like my old man did Like to wet a line, sip a little shine Guess the apple stuck right where it landed I like copenhagen, Willie and Waylon Busch light when the sun gets hot I shoot green head ducks, love beat up trucks And when the tide comes out on top Yeah, whether I like it or not I'm just a chip off the ol' block
Just a chip off of the ol' block I'm just a chip off the ol' block
Compositores: Erik Dylan Anderson (Erik Dylan), Riley Green, Jonathan Singleton ECAD: Obra #45531718