[Verse 1] My dad pulled a gun on my grandad one day Said old man I leaving don't you stand in my way I saw it went away on a two stroke machine Next time I saw him I was turning eighteen Said why don't you ever want to spend the whole night In the trailer that I live in in the shadow of the light He had an old shoebox lid filled with stems and seeds Just the kind of thing that a growing boy needs Just the kind of thing Just the kind of thing Just the kind of a thing that a growing boy needs [Verse 2] Took a part time job reading the news On a low obsession with a case of the blues New lexicon sunsets never held any feelings He did six months in county for the sh** he was dealing The next time I saw him I was twenty six I had a big break and a radio hit We met on road backstage at a club He said son I can't stay but I give you my love Whoa oh oh oh whoa oh oh oh oh... [Verse 3] Could've held it all against him Would've been just a fight But you've only one daddy and you've one life Now he ain't breathing good He ain't moving easy Think his time is running short and it makes me uneasy So now we get together whenever I can break free Grab a little lunch and hit up the pharmacy hit up Yeah hit it up Whoa oh oh oh whoa oh oh oh oh... [Outro] My dad pulled a gun on my grandad one day Said old man I leaving don't you stand in my way My dad pulled on my grandad one day Said old man I leaving don't you stand in my way