Bloodline

Good southern singing was my upbringing, it was all my daddy did. Bar to bar old guitar, second hand smoke what a way to live. He would close his eyes, when he would harmonize, And he would sing it son (sing it son). Just spending that time, around him I learned to play it some. Banging on a hand me down six string, Out on the porch tambourine back-beat praisin' the Lord Takes you back in time It's a ghost in the radio AM dial Lonesome Road blues haven't heard in a while It's a sweet sound, feelin state of mind It's in your bloodline It's in your bloodline There's a time for work and a time for play until play becomes your work So you sacrifice and roll the dice and hope that you get heard From a couple of faces to headline stages and everything in between The pay goes up and the pay goes down down but I just keep Banging on a hand me down six string, Out on the porch tambourine back-beat praisin' the Lord Takes you back in time It's a ghost in the radio AM dial Lonesome Road blues haven't heard in a while It's a sweet sound, feelin state of mind It's in your bloodline It's in your bloodline Can't run from it, can't put it down Can't give it up, can't fight the sound Banging on a hand me down six string, Out on the porch tambourine back-beat praisin' the Lord Takes you back in time It's a ghost in the radio AM dial Lonesome Road blues haven't heard in a while It's a sweet sound, feelin state of mind It's in your bloodline It's in your bloodline