Intro G5 Verse 1 G5 A5 Granddaddy was a hillbilly scholar, blue collar of a man. C5 He came from a school where you didn't need nothin' G5 If you couldn't make it with your own two hands. G5 A5 He was back woods, back wards, used words like: no sir, yes C5 G5 mam , by god, be darned and hell yeah I'm American A5 E5 In all the years he walked this earth, A5 E5 I swear all he did was work. A5 E5 He said the devil dreams on that idle horse C5 So listen to me squirt. Chorus G5 A5 C5 G5 Don't get too high on the bottle and get right w/ the man G5 A5 Fight your fights, find your grace and all the things that you can't change. C5 G5 And help somebody if you can Verse2 G5 A5 Now Granny said son stick to your guns, if you believe in something no matter what. C5 Cause it's better to be hated for who you are, G5 Than be loved for who your not. G5 She was five feet of concrete, A5 NY born and raised on slick city streets C5 She'd cold stare you down, stand her ground G5 Still kickin' and screaming at 93. A5 E5 A5 E5 I remember just how frail she looked in that hospital bed. A5 E5 C5 Takin' her last few breaths of life, Smiling as she said... Chorus + And get right w/ the man G5 A5 C5 G5 A5 C5 G5 I never let a cowboy make the coffee, A5 C5 G5 Yeah, that''s what Granny always said to my Granddad. A5 C5 G5 He said never tell a joke that ain't that funny more than A5 C5 C5 once. If you want to hear God laugh tell him your plans. Chorus + And get right w/ the man G5 A5 C5 G5 , G5 A5 C5 , G../fade Chords: