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(Mm, mm, mm) I like spring and dogs and rusty screen doors Candlelight on creaky wood floors A good sunrise and fireflies in a jar, yes A banjo ringin' through the pines The way I feel on a homemade wine and jug fishin' Under a sky full of stars Well, I'm okay, yes, I'm just fine Just wish the world would move slower Or that I could go back in time Well, I'm just a down-home southern Lord, I don't need nothin', just enough to get me by (get me by) And I was raised at an early age when you shake a man's hand You look him square in the eye (oh, square in the eye) I'm a real cool old school, don't you lie to me, fool There ain't a damn thing about me fake, no I'm a modern-day John Wayne, got my daddy's last name Born 50 years too late, yep, ah (ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-hoo) Now, whatever happened to an honest day's work? Sweatin' your ass off in a flannel shirt It's a fast-paced rat race, don't even know Take a who's a-gonna finish first (who's gonna finish first?) Nowadays, it's safe to say that a damn dog's got more rights 'Cause the administration's tryna rule this population Folks, we gotta stand up and we gotta fight But I don't complain (ooh-hoo), I take it all in stride Just seems this whole world, it has changed And almost overnight Oh well, but I'm still down-home southern Lord, I don't need nothin', just enough to get me by And I was raised at an early age when you shake a man's hand You look him square in the eye (square in the eye) I'm a real cool old school, don't you lie to me, fool There ain't a damn thing about me fake (there ain't a damn thing about me) I'm a modern-day John Wayne, got my daddy's last name Born 50 years too late, yeah (ooh) Born 50 years too late Just down-home southern Lord, I don't need nothin' (oh), just enough to get me by (ooh) And I was raised at an early age when you shake a man's hand (oh) You look him square in the eye (oh-oh) I'm a real cool old school, don't lie to me, fool There ain't a damn thing about me fake, no sir Well, I'm a modern-day John Wayne, got my daddy's last name Born 50 years too late, ha Born 50 years too late (Mm-mm, mm-mm) (Mm-mm, mm-mm) Born 50 years too late (Mm-mm, mm-mm) I like spring, dogs and rusty screen doors Candlelight on creaky wood floors A good sunrise and fireflies in a jar
Writer(s): Drake White, Leith Lofton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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