You been walkin' in the footsteps of your father
Ain't no door you wouldn't close to make a dime
You always wanted to be rich like your father
Now you're just like him
You'll only end up doing time
While you're walkin' in the footsteps of your father
It's toward the penitentiary you fly your kite
And when there's no more wind we'll find you been gamblin'
With everybody's cash
Kid your ass is doin' time
Junior, you've got big shoes to fill
Whoa, yeah
Whoa, yeah
I been thinkin' about Ohio in December
The smoke stacks dormant as the bramble and the pine
With vacant parking lots, and vacant present hiding spots
When all move from assembly to unemployment lines
So I've been thinkin' about the footsteps of my father
How he did all he could to keep a workin' line
So I'd be proud to walk the footsteps of my father
And just like him I gotta make a set of mine
Junior, you've got big shoes to fill
Whoa, yeah
Whoa, yeah
Junior, you've got big shoes to fill
Whoa, yeah
Whoa, yeah
Conglomerates designed to penetrate
And just take, take, take
It's what they got Junior learning in class now
But he won't know it 'til he's on his way back down
