Ballad of a Southern Man lyrics

[Verse 1]
My first rifle was a .243
That Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me
And they taught me how to shoot with a steady hand
I guess that's something you don't understand

[Verse 2]
Now I grew up on a prison farm
Sneakin' pulls of shine from a Mason jar
Used to go fishin' out Pickle Creek Dam
But I guess that's somethin' you don't understand

[Chorus]
And grandma's in the kitchen
Papa's done passed on
We sit out on the front porch
Just a pickin' on a song
And there's blood on the table
'Cause we work for what we have
And I was raised in this land
I guess that's somethin' you don't understand

[Verse 3]
I still fly that Southern flag
Whistlin' Dixie loud enough to brag
And I know all the words to Simple Man
I guess that's somethin' you don't understand