Ballad Of A Southern Man

Song Ballad Of A Southern Man
Artist Whiskey Myers
Album Firewater

Lyrics

[00:00.00] 作曲 : Brown, Cannon, Jeffers, Powell, Tate
[00:00.00] My first rifle was a .243,
[00:04.56] Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me,
[00:10.38] and they taught me how to shoot with a steady hand,
[00:16.02] I guess that’s something you don't understand.
[00:18.68]
[00:22.08] Now I grew up on a prison farm,
[00:27.39] sneaking pulls of shine from a mason jar,
[00:32.63] used to go fishing out pickle creek dam,
[00:39.99] but I guess that’s something you don't understand.
[00:42.88]
[00:44.85] Grandmas in the kitchen;
[00:48.40] Papas drunk past dawn;
[00:52.14] We sit out on the front porch,
[00:55.00] Just a pickin’ on the songs;
[00:57.99] and there's blood on the table,
[01:01.19] cause we work for what we have;
[01:04.74] and I was raised in this land,
[01:08.49] I guess that’s something you don't understand.
[01:09.55]
[01:15.00] I still fly that southern flag,
[01:19.96] whistling Dixieland enough to brag,
[01:25.22] and I know all the words to simple man,
[01:32.61] I guess that’s something you don't understand.
[01:37.86]
[01:38.51] I pledge my allegiance the original way,
[01:42.66] say Merry Christmas not happy holidays,
[01:49.06] I can’t change my ways I know who I am,
[01:54.71] I guess that’s something you don't understand.
[01:57.70]
[01:59.51] Grandmas in the kitchen;
[02:03.02] Papas drunk past dawn;
[02:06.72] we sit out on the front porch,
[02:09.97] just a pickin’ on the songs;
[02:13.12] and there's blood on the table,
[02:16.51] cause we work for what we have;
[02:19.56] and I was raised in this land,
[02:23.27] I guess that’s something you don't understand.
[02:26.44]
[02:30.54] They'll grind us up in a big machine;
[02:34.60] They'll feed us all on the same beliefs,
[02:37.00] Holy dollar and a credit card;
[02:41.15] but we got a way of doing things,
[02:46.94] and no bankers gonna steal from me;
[02:50.60] they wanna tear it all apart.
[02:52.06]
[02:56.81] Grandmas in the kitchen;
[02:59.96] Papas done past on;
[03:02.15] we sit out on the front porch,
[03:05.75] just a pickin’ on the songs;
[03:08.60] and there's a bible on the table,
[03:11.94] cause he bleed for what we have,
[03:15.55] and that’s the ballad of a southern man,
[03:19.29] I guess that’s something you don't understand.
[03:25.79]
[03:26.59] My first rifle was a .243,
[03:31.23] Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me

Pinyin

[00:00.00] zuò qǔ : Brown, Cannon, Jeffers, Powell, Tate
[00:00.00] My first rifle was a . 243,
[00:04.56] Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me,
[00:10.38] and they taught me how to shoot with a steady hand,
[00:16.02] I guess that' s something you don' t understand.
[00:18.68]
[00:22.08] Now I grew up on a prison farm,
[00:27.39] sneaking pulls of shine from a mason jar,
[00:32.63] used to go fishing out pickle creek dam,
[00:39.99] but I guess that' s something you don' t understand.
[00:42.88]
[00:44.85] Grandmas in the kitchen
[00:48.40] Papas drunk past dawn
[00:52.14] We sit out on the front porch,
[00:55.00] Just a pickin' on the songs
[00:57.99] and there' s blood on the table,
[01:01.19] cause we work for what we have
[01:04.74] and I was raised in this land,
[01:08.49] I guess that' s something you don' t understand.
[01:09.55]
[01:15.00] I still fly that southern flag,
[01:19.96] whistling Dixieland enough to brag,
[01:25.22] and I know all the words to simple man,
[01:32.61] I guess that' s something you don' t understand.
[01:37.86]
[01:38.51] I pledge my allegiance the original way,
[01:42.66] say Merry Christmas not happy holidays,
[01:49.06] I can' t change my ways I know who I am,
[01:54.71] I guess that' s something you don' t understand.
[01:57.70]
[01:59.51] Grandmas in the kitchen
[02:03.02] Papas drunk past dawn
[02:06.72] we sit out on the front porch,
[02:09.97] just a pickin' on the songs
[02:13.12] and there' s blood on the table,
[02:16.51] cause we work for what we have
[02:19.56] and I was raised in this land,
[02:23.27] I guess that' s something you don' t understand.
[02:26.44]
[02:30.54] They' ll grind us up in a big machine
[02:34.60] They' ll feed us all on the same beliefs,
[02:37.00] Holy dollar and a credit card
[02:41.15] but we got a way of doing things,
[02:46.94] and no bankers gonna steal from me
[02:50.60] they wanna tear it all apart.
[02:52.06]
[02:56.81] Grandmas in the kitchen
[02:59.96] Papas done past on
[03:02.15] we sit out on the front porch,
[03:05.75] just a pickin' on the songs
[03:08.60] and there' s a bible on the table,
[03:11.94] cause he bleed for what we have,
[03:15.55] and that' s the ballad of a southern man,
[03:19.29] I guess that' s something you don' t understand.
[03:25.79]
[03:26.59] My first rifle was a . 243,
[03:31.23] Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me