Second Sons

Second Sons (4:07)
Jim Pipkin 2004 BMI

Great granddaddy picked tobacco, Grandpa picked guitar
Time he shoulda spent workin'
he sat drinkin' in a crossroads bar
All Grandpa left his children
was a stack of unpaid bills
Aunts and uncles turned away
"Just bad blood" we heard'em say
As they wrote us off the wills

But it's a grand old family name
Full of history and fame
But names won't make you free
Take the blood and hit the ground runnin'
Droppin' off the family tree

Blood is thicker than water
But not half as thick as gold
When it's all about who keeps the land
And who goes down the road
Let's hear it for the black sheep
Who make it on their own
Scratch and claw and scrimp and save
Face the odds and stand up brave
In fights they fight alone

But it's a grand old family name
Full of history and fame
But names won't make you free
Take the blood and hit the ground runnin'
Droppin' off the family tree

Welcome to the parlor
Of the new ancestral home
A world away from what was lost
To liquor and bad loans
This brave new world we're buildin'
Sure is pushin' us apart
There's so much more to family
Than land or dusty memories
Your family's in your heart

But it's a grand old family name
Full of history and fame
But names won't make you free
Take the blood and hit the ground runnin'
Droppin' off the family tree

It's a grand old family name
Full of history and fame
But names don't make you free
Second sons must hit the ground runnin'
Droppin' off the family tree