Death and Taxes (Acoustic)

Seven years young, my daddy said

"Son, if you're gonna be dumb you better be tough

Don't ever start one, but throw the last punch

And hit 'em hard enough so they don't get up

Early to bed and early to rise

Makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise"

I shake my head and I roll my eyes

When he starts talking 'bout things like

Death and taxes, the world moves fast and

Money and time, it don't grow on trees

Make your bed and say your prayers

'Cause life ain't fair and it's never gonna be

Chicks dig guitars, tattoos and scars

Trucks and cars don't run on drinks

You can count on one hand the things you can count on

Death and taxes and your momma and me

I went from seven to twenty-seven

Time flew fast, just like he said

It's kinda crazy, I got a baby

Across the hall sleeping in his bed

I'm praying prayers I never thought I'd pray about

Saying things I never thought I'd say aloud

Man if my old man he could see me now

He'd shake his head and laugh 'cause he was right about

Death and taxes, the world moves fast and

Money and time, it don't grow on trees

Make your bed and say your prayers

'Cause life ain't fair and it's never gonna be

Chicks dig guitars, tattoos and scars

Trucks and cars don't run on drinks

You can count on one hand the things you can count on

Death and taxes and your momma and me

Death and taxes and your momma and me

Ooh, crazy how I'm talking 'bout

Death and taxes, the world moves fast and

Money and time, it don't grow on trees

Make your bed and say your prayers

Life ain't fair and it's never gonna be

Chicks dig guitars, tattoos and scars

Trucks and cars don't run on drinks

You can count on one hand the things you can count on

Death and taxes and your momma and me

Death and taxes and your momma and me

Death and taxes and your momma and me

Your momma and me