Like Father, Like Son

His father was a gambler
 Alcoholic
 Drunk bastard, whatever you wanna call it
 Don't like the way he treated mama, cheating and the lies
 Find himself becoming the same guy that he despised
 Good ol' boy, an old roadrunner
 Pistol on his waist, he ready to throw thunder
 Told him living like that, he won't last that long
 Living an outlaw's song and trying to prove 'em all wrong
 From the poverty line but take pride in his hood
 Fell in love with a rich girl from Brentwood
 Yeah, 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 they 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, claim defeat when the pain speaks
 Phone rings, suicide by gun
 He been fighting with the demons and the Devil had won
 Survived by a mother and a couple of sons
 Blood-filled, bullet holes where the picture hung
 Too much to bear, mama cries that it ain't fair
 Questions linger in the air, answers just ain't there
 On her knees, as she pleads, "Lord, why?"
 Lil' boy steps up with a look in his eye
 Yeah, as the chapter ends, another saga starts
 I became a man with the last beat of my father's heart
 Heavy rains they 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
 I mighta hit a home run if I was Jeter's son
 But I feel more like Dale Earnhardt Jr.
 Doing the same thing that my daddy died doing
 Trying to prove a proud legacy to maintain
 Staring down at the grave site bearing the same name
 Chasing footsteps to the same storm that swallowed him
 Mama home hollering, I shut the door and follow him
 Wanted to fill his boots but I got bigger feet
 He never made it past 30 guess I got him beat
 Learning how to be a man through the stories round the campfire
 They pumped me full of gas and it backfired
 Great man did wrong for the right reasons
 I still hear his voice
 "Feed 'em by any means, son"
 "Family first, don't forget where you come from"
 Life's a knife fight, bring guns for the
 Heavy rains they 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
 
 His father was a gambler
 Alcoholic
 Drunk bastard, whatever you wanna call it
 Don't like the way he treated mama, cheating and the lies
 Find himself becoming the same guy that he despised
 Good ol' boy, an old roadrunner
 Pistol on his waist, he ready to throw thunder
 Told him living like that, he won't last that long
 Living an outlaw's song and trying to prove 'em all wrong
 From the poverty line but take pride in his hood
 Fell in love with a rich girl from Brentwood
 Yeah, 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 they 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, claim defeat when the pain speaks
 Phone rings, suicide by gun
 He been fighting with the demons and the Devil had won
 Survived by a mother and a couple of sons
 Blood-filled, bullet holes where the picture hung
 Too much to bear, mama cries that it ain't fair
 Questions linger in the air, answers just ain't there
 On her knees, as she pleads, "Lord, why?"
 Lil' boy steps up with a look in his eye
 Yeah, as the chapter ends, another saga starts
 I became a man with the last beat of my father's heart
 Heavy rains they 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
 I mighta hit a home run if I was Jeter's son
 But I feel more like Dale Earnhardt Jr.
 Doing the same thing that my daddy died doing
 Trying to prove a proud legacy to maintain
 Staring down at the grave site bearing the same name
 Chasing footsteps to the same storm that swallowed him
 Mama home hollering, I shut the door and follow him
 Wanted to fill his boots but I got bigger feet
 He never made it past 30 guess I got him beat
 Learning how to be a man through the stories round the campfire
 They pumped me full of gas and it backfired
 Great man did wrong for the right reasons
 I still hear his voice
 "Feed 'em by any means, son"
 "Family first, don't forget where you come from"
 Life's a knife fight, bring guns for the
 Heavy rains they 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