Like Father, Like Son (feat. Joshua Hedley)

His father was a gambler Alcoholic Drunk bastard, whatever you wanna call it Don't like the way he treated mama, cheating and the lies Find himself becoming the same guy that he despised Good ol' boy, an old roadrunner Pistol on his waist, he ready to throw thunder Told him living like that, he won't last that long Living an outlaw's song and trying to prove 'em all wrong From the poverty line but take pride in his hood Fell in love with a rich girl from Brentwood Yeah, they had a son, he made a promise to change He wrote that promise in chalk, and it was lost in the heavy rain Heavy rains they fall upon me As I make my last request Things my daddy did before me They're still ringing in my head Like father Like father Like son Like father Like father Like son He lost his job and his wife in the same week Whiskey breath, claim defeat when the pain speaks Phone rings, suicide by gun He been fighting with the demons and the Devil had won Survived by a mother and a couple of sons Blood-filled, bullet holes where the picture hung Too much to bear, mama cries that it ain't fair Questions linger in the air, answers just ain't there On her knees, as she pleads, "Lord, why?" Lil' boy steps up with a look in his eye Yeah, as the chapter ends, another saga starts I became a man with the last beat of my father's heart Heavy rains they fall upon me As I make my last request Things my daddy did before me They're still ringing in my head Like father Like father Like son Like father Like father Like son Rabble-rouser, playing with Peter's gun I mighta hit a home run if I was Jeter's son But I feel more like Dale Earnhardt Jr. Doing the same thing that my daddy died doing Trying to prove a proud legacy to maintain Staring down at the grave site bearing the same name Chasing footsteps to the same storm that swallowed him Mama home hollering, I shut the door and follow him Wanted to fill his boots but I got bigger feet He never made it past 30 guess I got him beat Learning how to be a man through the stories round the campfire They pumped me full of gas and it backfired Great man did wrong for the right reasons I still hear his voice "Feed 'em by any means, son" "Family first, don't forget where you come from" Life's a knife fight, bring guns for the Heavy rains they fall upon me As I make my last request Things my daddy did before me They're still ringing in my head Like father Like father Like son Like father Like father Like son