Old School

Shake a man's hand and look him in the eye

Is that so hard to do?

Don't blow smoke, don't tell lies

Son, just tell the truth

There's rumors going round all around town

You've been talking shit

You say I can't play and you say I can't sing

And my songs, they won't be hits

I've never been a violent man

I'd rather be drinking beer

But that's the name granddaddy gave me

And let me make it clear

You're gonna shut your mouth

Or say it to my face

Or I'm gonna use your ass

Like a broom to sweep this place

Go on and call up your friends

You better bring a few

'Cause I come from a different time

When the men where all old school

I've seen your kind a thousand times

All baby-faced and cute

No calluses on your hands

No scuffs upon your boots

You probably think the holler

Is a rap song in your car

You don't know the first damn thing

About playing these smokey bars

You're gonna shut your mouth

Or say it to my face

Or I'm gonna use your ass

Like a broom to sweep this place

Go on and call up your friends

You better bring a few

'Cause I come from a different time

When the men where all old school

I don't care if you want to speak your mind, son

You got something to say?

All I ask you stand up, grow some balls, and say it to my face

'Cause if I keep hearing whispers, son

You're still talking shit

You're gonna owe me gas money to get back over here

And it's gonna be talk shit, get hit

You're gonna shut your mouth

Or say it to my face

Or I'm gonna use your ass

Like a broom to sweep this place

Go on and call up your friends

You better bring a few

'Cause I come from a different time

When the men where all old school

I come from a different time

'Cause my granddaddy sure was old school

It's up to you, son

This talk shit, get hit

What's that? I don't hear nothing

Yeah, that's what I thought

I'm waiting