Parker Ryan - Dad Lyrics

I was raised in deep East Texas
Where the pine trees are the tallest things around
Runnin cows and raising chickens was the way we made our living
Till it let my daddy down
My old man was the working kind
And he got that from his dad
Who worked in the same sawmill for forty-three years until
All that time of slaving finally broke his back
He'd say son you have no clue
The type of shit this world will do to you
It'll only let you down
My dad and I have been through shit no one would understand
We both went through a rough patch we probably couldn't take again
He'd get way too drunk and make me drive his ass to town
Throwing bottles at the road signs we never cared to keep it down
He'd say son you have no clue
The type of shit a girl can do you
It'll only break your heart
Well it's whiskey and you every night
Down blacktop roads with one headlight
And so damn many bottles that I'd lose count
It's the Traveller album on repeat
Till I'm fighting tears and we're losing sleep
He'd tell me what all the crying was about
I was raised in deep East Texas
Where the pine trees are the tallest things around
Runnin cows and raising chickens was the way we made our living
Till it let my daddy down