Like Father, Like Son

[Verse 1: Struggle Jennings] 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 [Hook: Joshua Hedley] 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 [Verse 2: Struggle Jennings] 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 [Hook: Joshua Hedley] 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 [Verse 3: Struggle Jennings] 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" [Hook: Joshua Hedley] 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