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My daddy was a Southern Baptist deacon On the Good Book I was born and raised But I never quite bought into the preachin' Too much fear, too much hate So I drifted from my faith outta high school I questioned things that I could not see That's when they told my dad that we weren't welcome back And they were gonna be prayin' for me He said "Son, the road, it ain't easy "It's all just a series of mistakes "But you gotta learn how to take "The bruises with the breaks "The love with the heartache "The crooked with the straight" I wandered through my twenties uninspired I got my education at the end of the bar And I traded in my youth for three chords and the truth And the ring of an electric guitar And we made all these plans, we were gonna take a stand Set out and rise above the noise But after all those shows we played, their fight began to fade And as they walked away, I heard my father's voice Letras de cancionesHe said "Son, the road, it ain't easy "It's all just a series of mistakes "But you gotta learn how to take "The bruises with the breaks "The love with the heartache "The crooked with the straight" He said "Son, the road, it ain't easy "It's all just a series of mistakes "And Son, you might not believe me "But I promise, you will one of these days "That you're gonna learn how to take "The bruises with the breaks "The love with the heartache "The crooked with the straight" From Letras Mania