[Verse 1]
This is a story 'bout living
A tale of a long hard road
Ain't a whole lot of misgivings
Of the things that I thought I sowed
My daddy was a real hard worker
He said son there will come a day
Talk ain't always cheap
And here's what daddy had to say
[Chorus 1]
With these hands I've made my living
With these hands I've held a child
With these hands I've climbed a mountain
Sometimes we forget
We ain't much different at all
[Verse 2]
He likes grits, you like the apple
There ain't nothing wrong with that
He says y'all, you say you're
It all depends on where you're at
Well a little bit of music is a whole lot of fun
And its always good for the soul
From New York City out to California
You know its only rock and roll
This is a story 'bout living
A tale of a long hard road
Ain't a whole lot of misgivings
Of the things that I thought I sowed
My daddy was a real hard worker
He said son there will come a day
Talk ain't always cheap
And here's what daddy had to say
[Chorus 1]
With these hands I've made my living
With these hands I've held a child
With these hands I've climbed a mountain
Sometimes we forget
We ain't much different at all
[Verse 2]
He likes grits, you like the apple
There ain't nothing wrong with that
He says y'all, you say you're
It all depends on where you're at
Well a little bit of music is a whole lot of fun
And its always good for the soul
From New York City out to California
You know its only rock and roll
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