Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nick Hickman
Lead Vocals
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nick Hickman
Producer
Jeff Glasscock
Producer
Lyrics
Praise God and Roll Tide
I was driving down 40 the other day I swerved to miss a rogue tire and it
made me think
This could have been my last day thank God those 18 wheels got out of the way
The next thought I had was my little boy and if I went today how I would miss
the joy
Of seeing him become a man id never again get to hold that little hand
And I thought if I was to die I hope I raised him right
I hope he saw the love that me and his momma had I hope he was damn proud to
call me dad
And he never forgets yes mam and no sir and opens the door up for every girl
I pray the words in red never get old I hope his heart stays big and never
grows cold
And he remembers every trip to Bryant denny and still his mommas little boy
in his 20’s
I hope I taught him the most important things in life to praise God and Roll
Tide
Then I flashed back to that hospital room the nurse brought you in I was
through
I couldn’t believe what we’d done we gave life to a perfect son
Then I thought about all those tee ball games with your little jersey with my
last name
Right there on the back I never ever wanna forget that
But I know one day the good lord will call me home and when im gone
I hope he saw the love that me and his momma had I hope he was damn proud to
call me dad
And he never forgets yes mam and no sir and opens the door up for every girl
I pray the words in red never get old I hope his heart stays big and never
grows cold
And he remembers every trip to Bryant denny and still his mommas little boy
in his 20’s
I hope I taught him the most important things in life to praise God and Roll
Tide
I wont always be around there’ll come a time when they lay me 6 feet down
And when my time is through I hope you remember everything I taught you
Never hate unless its auburn follow Christ until he returns
Listen to your heart and always do whats right and never leave your mommas
side
I hope he saw the love that me and his momma had I hope he was damn proud to
call me dad
And he never forgets yes mam and no sir and opens the door up for every girl
I pray the words in red never get old I hope his heart stays big and never
grows cold
And he remembers every trip to Bryant denny and still his mommas little boy
in his 20’s
I hope I taught him the most important things in life to praise God and Roll
Tide
Written by: Nick Hickman