My father's blood. Is running through my veins.
Flowing from my fingertips into these guitar strings.
I'd be just another melody without a song to sing.
I wouldn't even know who I was, without my father's blood.
I pray to God and I love a lot.
And keep these busted shoes here on the ground
And I get lost and I wander off, but I always end up coming back around
And It's all because, I've got my father's blood.
These callused hands. They ain't afraid to hurt.
They were younger than most folks I know,
When they got put to work.
And they've got some scars, to remind me what I'm worth.
Every now and then when they get cut,
I see my father's blood.
I pray to God and I love a lot.
And keep these busted shoes here on the ground
And I get lost and I wander off, but I always end up coming back around
And It's all because, I've got my father's blood.
I pray to God and I love a lot.
And keep these busted shoes here on the ground
And I get lost and I wander off, but I always end up coming back around
And It's all because, I've got my father's blood.
Ya it's all because, I've got my father's blood.