Father's Søn Video (MV)

He was named by my Grandma
She got it from the Bible
And he passed it on to me
Like my grandaddy's rifle
Raised me up like sweet corn
Created a disciple
Yeah, I fought it like hell
Hell he became a rival

Yeah, I tried to be different
Tryin' to go against the grain
Didn't make no difference
I just ended up the same

I've never known better, yeah
'Cause every bone's tethered
You wanna change my name
Gotta drain my blood
God damn, I am my father's son, yeah

Yeah, I left town
Just to get out of his shadow
And he'd send me a twenty
Just to get back on the saddle
I put up a good fight
But I didn't win a battle
I guess the tree don't grow
Very far from the apple

I've never known better, yeah
'Cause every bone's tethered
You wanna change my name
Gotta drain my blood
God damn, I am my father's son
I am my father's son

I wear his blue jean jacket
And his name like a badge of honor
I used to hate being called Junior
But I don't mind any longer

I've never known better, yeah
'Cause every bone's tethered
You wanna change my name
Gotta drain my blood
Everything I am's everything he was
God damn, I am my father's son
I am my father's son
I am my father's son

(Ride a bike five miles to go squirrel huntin')
(Two and a half miles, ten and a half miles back)
(That was nothing)
(That momma's boy is going to have to take us)
(Drop us off and pick us up, no cell phones)
(Couldn't call when it's done, huh?)
(They come to get us)
(There no pagers)
(The phones you dialed)
(Said the only way you could use the phone)
(Is if none of the neighbors are using 'em)
(Yeah)