I walk down, to ole granddad's grave
Under that oak, out by the lake
Written in stone, born in 45, died in 81, made it home alive from the Vietnam war
There's smoke rising up, from a Marlboro and a loaded gun
Bloodshot eyes, whiskey bottle glass scattered in the grass still see his ghost walking through the land
Ain't no skeletons in his closet
Ain't a dollar buried in his pocket
Don't know much about him but from what I'm told
Something in these bones, in the ground below
Tell ya where I'm from, tell ya where I'll go
I can hear his voice, in the howling wind
Truck still parked, just around the bend
Covered in rust, daddy used to say he was a crazy train, he's a lot like me running through my veins
Ain't no skeletons in his closet
Got granny in a silver locket
Worth more to me than a pile of gold
Something in these bones, in the ground below
Tell ya where I'm from, tell ya where I'll go
These bones, buried six feet under
West Kentucky dirt it's no damn wonder
Got a lot to learn, plenty room to grow
Into these bones, something I can't ever leave behind, it's running deep inside
Of these bones, they make up every part of me
The good, the bad, the dark, the light, the ugly
Ain't no skeletons (I am who I am) x6
These bones, in the ground below
Tell ya where I'm from, tell ya where I'll go
These bones, buried six feet under
West Kentucky dirt it's no damn wonder
Like an outlaw always running, hit ya southpaw if ya had it coming
It's running outta him and pouring into me
Let his walking do the talking, had a six string always rocking
He's right here with me in every song
Deep inside these bones, in the ground below
This is where I'm from, and its where I'll go
I walk down to ole granddad's grave
And where I stand, is where I'll lay