| Yeah, I still got that pocket knife, that red Swiss army
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| The one that wore a hole in his blue jeans
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| I still got that old guitar, that 60s model
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| The one with buckle scratches and rusted strings
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| Oh, but it just don’t sound as good to me
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| As him saying
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| Don’t mix wine with whiskey, don’t put Jesus in a box
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| And never spend more money than you make
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| Don’t burn a bridge that maybe one day you’ll have to cross
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| Don’t let a ball game ruin your Saturday
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| Yeah, those talks from that recliner
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| Those fishing boat one-liners
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| It’s his words that mean most to me now
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| Of the things he handed down, down, down, oh yeah
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| The things he handed down
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| Yeah, I still got that bible, that leather-bound King James one
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| I swear, every verse, you’ve underlined
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| Yeah, I kept that bottle, the one that we both finished
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| The night I said I think I met my wife
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| And you shook my hand, and we both smiled
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| And you said
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| Love ain’t always roses, yeah, sometimes you get the thorns
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| But buy a dozen every chance you get
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| Oh, and tell your friend you love 'em 'cause some day they could be gone
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| And try to live this life with no regrets
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| Yeah, those talks from that recliner
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| Those fishing boat one-liners
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| It’s his words that mean most to me now
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| Of the things he handed down
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| I can hear him saying
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| Don’t mix wine with whiskey, don’t put Jesus in a box
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| And never spend more money than you make
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| Don’t burn a bridge that maybe one day you’ll have to cross
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| And don’t worry 'bout what you can’t change
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| Those talks from that recliner
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| Those fishing boat one-liners
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| It’s his words that mean most to me now
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| Of the things he handed down, down, down, oh yeah
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| The things he handed down |