Struggle Jennings, Joshua Hedley - Like Father, Like Son lyrics

His father was a gambler alcoholic
Drunk bastard, whatever you want to call it
Don't like the way he treating
Mumma cheating in the lights
Find himself becoming the same
Guy he despised
Good ole boy, an old road runner
Pistol on his waste
He's ready to throw thunder
Told him living like that he
Won't last that long
Living an outlaw's songs and trying
To prove 'em all wrong
From the poverty line but taking
Pride in his hood
Fell in love with a rich girl from Brentwood
They had a son, he made a promise to change
He wrote that promise in chalk and it
Was lost in the heavy rain
Heavy rains that fall upon me
As I make my last request
Things my daddy did before me
They're still ringing in my head like father
Like father like son like father like father
Like son

He lost his job and his wife in the same week
Whiskey breath claimed defeat when
The pain speaks phone rings, suicide by gun
He'd been fighting demons and
The Devil had won
Survived by mud filled and a couple of sons
Blood-filled bullet holes where
The picture hung too much to bare
Mumma cries that it ain't fair
Questions linger in the air
Answers just ain't there
On her knees as she pleas "Lord, why?"
The boy steps up with a look in his eye
As the chapter ends, another saga starts
I became a man with the last
Beat of my father's heart

Heavy rains that fall upon me
As I make my last request
Things my daddy did before me
They're still ringing in my head like father
Like father like son like father like father
Like son

Rabble-rouser, playing with Peter's gun
Might've hit a home run if I was Jeter's son
But, I feel more like Dale Earnhardt Jr
And doing the same thing my daddy died doing
Trying prove a proud legacy
To maintain staring down at that
Grave-site baring the same name
Chasing footsteps to the same
Storm that swallowed him
Mumma home hollering
I shut the door and followed him
Wanted to fill his boots but
I got bigger feet
He never made it past thirty
Guess I got him beat
Learning how to be a man through
The stories round the campfire
They bought me a can full
Of gas and it backfired
Great man did wrong for the right reasons
I still hear his voice
"Feed them by any means, son family first
Don't forget where you come from
Life's a knife fight, bring guns for the"

Heavy rains that fall upon me
As I make my last request
Things my daddy did before me
They're still ringing in my head like father
Like father like son like father like father
Like son