Just before the old man's eyeballs fixed,
He went pale as an eskimo.
Said, "Young man, i've been eithty-sixed but,
Young man before I go,
I'm gonna leave you with a piece of advice,
Don't ever take advice from no one.
It doesn't matter if you're naughty or nice,
You still get a lump of coal.
And if a heart breaks
And nobody's around,
Tell me son, does it still make a sound?
And if a heart breaks
And nobody's around,
Tell me son, does it still make a sound?
You know, when I was your age,
There were these neighbors of mine,
Tried to make the Lord save your mind.
Came knocking on my door one morning around six,
Told them where to stick their crucifix.
Come 30 years later, yes son,
Guess who goes to church like his neighbors do?
I meet some good people there,
Some jackasses too,
Pretty much like the way it is everywhere.
Well, I'm getting that here.
But I'm trying to say,
Son, I'm concerned that you're losing your way.
You keep down that c***y little road you're on,
You're gonna wind up bitter and alone.
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Gotta sack away some money in my bottom drawer.
You can split that money with your brother.
Y'all go use that money for whatever you wanna use it for,
Just don't tell your mother."
He went pale as an eskimo.
Said, "Young man, i've been eithty-sixed but,
Young man before I go,
I'm gonna leave you with a piece of advice,
Don't ever take advice from no one.
It doesn't matter if you're naughty or nice,
You still get a lump of coal.
And if a heart breaks
And nobody's around,
Tell me son, does it still make a sound?
And if a heart breaks
And nobody's around,
Tell me son, does it still make a sound?
You know, when I was your age,
There were these neighbors of mine,
Tried to make the Lord save your mind.
Came knocking on my door one morning around six,
Told them where to stick their crucifix.
Come 30 years later, yes son,
Guess who goes to church like his neighbors do?
I meet some good people there,
Some jackasses too,
Pretty much like the way it is everywhere.
Well, I'm getting that here.
But I'm trying to say,
Son, I'm concerned that you're losing your way.
You keep down that c***y little road you're on,
You're gonna wind up bitter and alone.
Chorus x3
Gotta sack away some money in my bottom drawer.
You can split that money with your brother.
Y'all go use that money for whatever you wanna use it for,
Just don't tell your mother."