[Verse 1]
My dad pulled a gun on my grandad one day
Said old man I leaving don’t you stand in my way
I saw it went away on a two stroke machine
Next time I saw him I was turning eighteen
Said why don’t you ever want to spend the whole night
In the trailer that I live in in the shadow of the light
He had an old shoebox lid filled with stems and seeds
Just the kind of thing that a growing boy needs
Just the kind of thing
Just the kind of thing
Just the kind of a thing that a growing boy needs
[Verse 2]
Took a part time job reading the news
On a low obsession with a case of the blues
New lexicon sunsets never held any feelings
He did six months in county for the shit he was dealing
The next time I saw him I was twenty six
I had a big break and a radio hit
We met on road backstage at a club
He said son I can’t stay but I give you my love
Whoa oh oh oh whoa oh oh oh oh...
[Verse 3]
Could’ve held it all against him
Would've been just a fight
But you’ve only one daddy and you’ve one life
Now he ain’t breathing good
He ain’t moving easy
Think his time is running short and it makes me uneasy
So now we get together whenever I can break free
Grab a little lunch and hit up the pharmacy hit up
Yeah hit it up
Whoa oh oh oh whoa oh oh oh oh...
[Outro]
My dad pulled a gun on my grandad one day
Said old man I leaving don’t you stand in my way
My dad pulled on my grandad one day
Said old man I leaving don’t you stand in my way
