| Said the old man to the young man
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| Leanin on the fence,
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| Spittin out his wisdom
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| That didn’t make much sence;
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| He said im’ma give ya somethin'
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| That’ll help you in a jam.
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| Your on the job with a women,
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| You sit where you can.
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| When you find yourself in a hole stop diggin',
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| Cotton row gets long, keep pickin',
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| Fish ain’t bitin', then son keep fishin',
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| Always drink upstream from your cattle
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| Be aware of cars and women
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| They run cold and hott
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| Sometimes you get it
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| Sometimes you get got
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| When it comes to country living
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| You can’t do no wrong
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| Listen to a front porch prophet
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| Who’s been living twice as long
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| Precious little gems
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| From wouldn’ts and i wants
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| Old man soapbox summons
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| Simple dos and don’ts
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| Like-
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| Ya' always catch more bees with honey
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| Less is more 'cept love and money
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| Ride in the truck in between your buddies
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| You won’t have to get out and open the gate
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| Tell the truth it’s twice as easy
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| If you’re right or not
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| Sometimes you get it
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| Sometimes you get got
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| Don’t mix your whiskey with descision
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| Ask forgiveness, not permission
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| Do a rain-dance when it’s mistin'
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| They say time ends everything
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| Talk less, Just listen;
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| You can learn a lot
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| Sometimes you get it,
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| Sometimes you get got.
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| Sometimes you get it,
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| Sometimes you Get Got.
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| Find yourself in a hole stop diggin'
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| If the cotton row get a long, keep pickin'
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| Fish ain’t bitin son, keep fishin,
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| Always drink upstream from ya cattle
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| Don’t mix your whiskey with decision
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| Ask forgivness not permission |