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His collars blue his neck is red Works hard all day to keep his family fed Feels like he sold his soul for the bills he pays But every night at supper he still says Grace Cause He was raised to love Jesus and the USA When You grow up in the South you're raised that way You won't hear him bitch and moan about it He's Old School and that just ain't his way He'll roll up his sleeves Gonna do the best he can With a Bible on the table A shot of Whiskey in his hand His hands are like leather from the long hard days Cause when you're raising three kids you don't get no breaks The love of his life passed away last year He was right by her side when she shed her last tear No time to feel lonely no time to slow down He's gotta stay strong cause he's mom and daddy now You won't hear him bitch and moan about it He's Old School and that just ain't his way He'll roll up his sleeves Gonna do the best he can With a Bible on the table Letras de cancionesA shot of Whiskey in his hand He's on his own now Gotta do the best he can With a Bible on the table A shot of Whiskey in his hand There's a Bible on the table A shot of Whiskey in his hand From Letras Mania