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"American Son"  

I'm an American son and I'm proud of it.
Southern born - from the Carolinas.
Got my pride yet something's funny...
I work too much for my little bit of money.

I quit my chew and about quit drinking;
but don't tell me to give up my Jesus.
Got my redneck riding a tractor...
God is love, and that's a fact here.

Got a pretty wife. Sometimes she likes me.
What I like is kissing her cheek
A quiet night is what I'm after...
when she holds me my troubles scatter.

Our house looks like house disasters.
Crayola colors on a light oak banister.
There's a pup who can't hold her water
tied to the leash of my wife's daughter.

Pet my dogs and I feed my horseys,
5 kids, a wife; hey, the cat he cuddles me.
Man, if you think this ain't living...
maybe you ought to try being Daddy.

Dads,  you're American sons and I'm proud of it
Southern born - from the Carolinas.
Got your pride and something's funny...
Ya'll work too much for a little bit of money.

I quit my chew and about quit drinking;
but don't tell me to give up my Jesus.
Got my redneck riding a tractor...
God is love, and that's a fact here.

There might be a hole in the front birch tree
where learning driving, somebody spun free.
2 more years till the next one scares me...
teenage driving. Mammas hold your babies.

I once said old dogs can't change much,
but, God had a plan to switch my thinking.
Raising family takes trust in Jesus.
cause with me in charge, heaven help us.

Well, I'm an American son and I'm proud of it.
Southern born - from the Carolinas.
Got my pride though something's funny...
I work too much for my little bit of money.

I quit my chew and about quit drinking;
but don't tell me to give up my Jesus.
Got my redneck riding a tractor...
God is love, and that's a fact here.

This song's gone on way too long now.
Waiting on me when I hit the doorway
is a bird and a guinea pig, getting hungry...
a stopped up sink and piles of laundry.

7th grade math I "C'd" in college.
Dad, my cell phone needs more minutes.
Sticky Pepsi spilled on the keyboard.
do you like my hair?  (Ya'll sing a prayer.)

Someone didn't pick her stuff up.
Mom saw her baby kiss his girlfriend.
Who's on the Internet after hours?
My tool's gone...  Picked the neighbors' flowers?

I'm an American son and I'm proud of it.
Southern born - from the Carolinas.
Got my pride and something's funny...
I work too much for my little bit of money.

I quit my chew and about quit drinking;
but don't tell me to give up my Jesus.
Got my redneck riding a tractor...

Loving God churns life into laughter!

 

C Taylor, Jr.

04/06/2008

 

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