Excuses

My Grandpappy at the end of his life

He at the ripe old age of 95

He was a peanut farmer under southern skies

He went to town twice a year for coffee sugar and spice

He put me out in the field when I was 12 years old

Learn to work a tractor and a front end loader

With Evan Williams Green puffin 6 strings

Out with the boys tight trying to make a scene

He said there ain't much difference between now and then

Whether pushing a pencil or a plow across the land

There's an instant satisfaction eternal joy

Bleeds some lame excuses and a lot of quit in you boy

Went out on my own buildin' million dollar homes

Worked my fat fingers right down to the bone

I's a-chuggin' along trying not to get things done

Got just enough dough to knead that lazy bone

I was just a young pup trying to make my Pappy proud

Now I'm making excuses looking for my way out

It's a hard job but someone's gotta do it

You can get nothing done if you put your mind to it

He said there ain't much difference between now and then

Whether pushing a pencil or a plow across the land

There's an instant satisfaction eternal joy

Bleeds some lame excuses and a lot of quit in you boy

He said there ain't much difference between now and then

Whether pushing a pencil or a plow across the land

There's an instant satisfaction eternal joy

Bleeds some lame excuses and a lot of quit in you boy

When you look real deep into my Grandpappy's eyes

You can feel them callas burn and them burning eyes

He was a peanut farmer under southern skies

He went to town twice a year for coffee sugar and spice

He said there ain't much difference between now and then

Whether pushing a pencil or a plow across the land

There's an instant satisfaction eternal joy

Bleeds some lame excuses and a lot of quit in you boy