You know all them sweaty boys hanging out at the copper mines

You watched them growing up under the bridge on the river shores off Georgia 9

They used to lay their sweet bodies out, just waiting on a fishing line

Just like your daddy did when he was a kid in the wilds of Florida

But your daddy's gone

And those boys jacked up, got rough, moved on

You find your own self hiding in the stories of drunken men

With their kids in tow from the picture show driving over mountain bends

And you can feel their fingers crossing when the black ice of winter comes

But they'll be fishtailing in the dark from the time that they are born

Hey, you know, your daddy's gone

Those boys you loved got rough with the girls and moved on

But still you gotta find some goodness somewhere, somehow

So hug the corners, take the straights from the cradle to the grave

We all give whatever we got

Yeah, we all give what we got

Now in the winter you'll go south, fall asleep in the late day sun

Holding still to catch the last of the warmth 'fore the storm clouds roll on in

And at night you watch the kids riding in their hoodies in the rain

Heading up to St. Johns Causeway Bridge, fishtailing all the way

Hey, you know your daddy's gone

Those boys you loved got rough with the girls and moved on

But still you gotta find some goodness somewhere somehow

So hug the corners, take the straights from the cradle to the grave

Oh, we all give whatever we got

Yeah, we all give what we got