Lyrics

You want to grow up to paint houses like me, a trailer in my yard till you're 23
You want to be old after 42 years, keep dropping the hammer and grinding the gears

Well, I used to go out in a Mustang, a 302 Mach One in green.
Me and your Mama made you in the back and I sold it to buy her a ring.
And I learned not to say much of nothing and I figured you already know
but in case you don抰 or maybe forgot, I抣l lay it out real nice and slow

Don抰 call what your wearing an outfit. Don抰 ever say your car is broke.
Don抰 worry about losing your accent, a Southern Man tells better jokes.
Have fun but stay clear of the needle. Call home on your sister抯 birthday.
Don抰 tell them you抮e bigger than Jesus, don抰 give it away.

Six months in a St. Florian foundry, they call it Industrial Park.
Then hospital maintenance and Tech School just to memorize Frigidaire parts.
But I got to missing your Mama and I got to missing you too.
So I went back to painting for my old man and I guess that抯 what I抣l always do

So don抰 try to change who you are boy, and don抰 try to be who you ain抰.
And don抰 let me catch you in Kendale with a bucket of wealthy-man抯 paint.

Don抰 call what your wearing an outfit. Don抰 ever say your car is broke.
Don抰 sing with a fake British accent. Don抰 act like your family抯 a joke.
Have fun, but stay clear of the needle, call home on your sister抯 birthday.
Don抰 tell them you抮e bigger than Jesus, Don抰 give it away.

Don抰 give it away