Things He Handed Down (Commentary)

Yeah, I still got that pocket knife, that red Swiss Army

The one that wore a hole in his blue jeans

I still got that old guitar, that '60s model

The one with buckle scratches and rusted strings

Oh, but it just don't sound as good to me

As him sayin'

Don't mix wine with whiskey

Don't put Jesus in a box

And never spend more money than you make

Don't burn a bridge that maybe one day you'll have to cross

Don't let a ball game ruin your Saturday

Yeah, those talks from that recliner

Those fishin' boat one-liners

It's his words that mean most to me now

Of the things he handed down, down, down, oh yeah

The things he handed down

Yeah, I still got that bible, that leather-bound King James one

I swear, every verse, you've underlined

Yeah, I kept that bottle, the one that we both finished

The night I said I think I met my wife

And you shook my hand, and we both smiled

And you said

Love ain't always roses

Yeah, sometimes you get the thorns

But buy a dozen every chance you get

Oh, and tell your friends you love 'em

'Cause some day they could be gone

And try to live this life with no regrets

Yeah, those talks from that recliner

Those fishin' boat one-liners

It's his words that mean most to me now

Of the things he handed down

Yeah

I can hear him sayin'

Don't mix wine with whiskey

Don't put Jesus in a box

And never spend more money than you make

Don't burn a bridge that maybe one day you'll have to cross

Don't worry 'bout what you can't change

Those talks from that recliner

Those fishin' boat one-liners

It's his words that mean most to me now

Of the things he handed down, down, down, oh yeah

The things he handed down