Just Like My Daddy Raised Me
A song I wrote about how a lot of people tell me I look and act like my father. I think this is something a lot of men can relate to, how we end up our father's sons. I'm really happy with how this turned out. It's one of those songs that hit home more for me now since my father passed away. It's a classic style of country song here, to be sure.
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They say the apple don't fall far from the tree
And birds of a feather flock together like geese
And too much pressure's bound to need a release
Yeah, Lord, sometimes daddy would burst
All the people tell me I look just like him
And we act the same, that I'm his little twin
Yeah, I let that steam out every now and then
But it's a blessin', not the family curse
(Chorus)
Yeah, I'm just like my daddy raised me
Two parts hard work and one part crazy
Ain't nothin' 'bout a mountain man that's ever been lazy
Save your Sundays for fried chicken and church
The rest of the week to drink and love on my baby
Yeah, I'm just like my daddy raised me
All the sons of the police that knew his name
Know his and mine are exactly the same
Bad habits and stripes and things that don't change
Like that line that's too thin to toe
But it's God and family and never idle hands
You gotta work for a living, be a hard-lovin' man
You might get in a jam, try to stay out if you can
Most of my business is just minding my own
(Chorus)
(Chorus 2 -repeats after chorus)
Yeah, I'm just like my daddy raised me
A few parts whiskey, some mornings hazy
And I'm bound to do the job well so the man will pay me
Baby needs her a new pair of shoes
My hands to myself until you try to weigh me
Yeah, I'm just like my daddy raised me
(Chorus - original)
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