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Well, Grandaddy was a hillbilly scholar, blue collar of a man.
He came from the school where you didn't need nothin',
If you couldn't make it with your own two hands.
He was backwoods, backwards, used words like:
No Sir, Yes, Ma'am, By God, Be darned,
Hell yeah, I'm American.
And all the years he walked this earth,
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I like to speak my mind, say grace at supper time
I’m just a dot on the map
Ain’t scared to take a stand for this little piece of land
Don’t make me take you out back
Tattoos, sweet tea, NASCAR Sunday
Hard hat, head back to work on Monday

Chorus 1

That Friday night seemed just like any other

Friday night.

Jimmy wasn't gonna play,

Sittin on the bench, chompin at the bit,

Once I had a fortune ridin' on the shoe
Of a field goal kicker from LSU
I never broke a sweat, hell, it was just a bet

Now, I've climbed mountains
and jumped from planes
Even played chicken with a couple trains