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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blake Tyler
Performer
Evan Hutchings
Drums
Mark Hill
Bass
Sol Philcox
Electric Guitar
Rob McNelley
Electric Guitar
Pat Mcgrath
Acoustic Guitar
Billy Justineau
Keyboards
Trey Keller
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Blake Davenport
Songwriter
Joe Jordan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matt McClure
Producer
Lyrics
Apple don't fall too far from a cut-down tree
Don't roll down a hill with a breeze
Just gets buried down by the weight of the limbs
The weight of the leaves
They say blood is thicker than water from the creek
I only saw my old man once a week
And the one that stepped in didn't want another kid
Sure as hell didn't want me
Go on, pick out your switch, boy
Daddy ain't here raisin' no bitch, boy
Might as well go and dig your own ditch
The blood ain't thick, but water sure knows how to hit
Momma's cryin' in the corner
Knowin' damn well Granddaddy tried to warn her
My old man ain't around to see it
The blood ain't thick, but water sure knows how to hit
So I grew up mean, pickin' fights in the high school gym
Realize that school ain't my thing
Start pickin' on a six-string
Write a few songs 'bout the way that I'm a livin'
He says, "Boy, don't ya ever let me catch ya with a drink"
He's drinkin' bourbon like it's pourin' out the sink
Yeah, do as I say, boy, not as I do, boy
Talkin' back will get ya smacked quicker than a blink, boy
Go on, pick out your switch, boy
Daddy ain't here raisin' no bitch, boy
Might as well go and dig your own ditch
The blood ain't thick, but water sure knows how to hit
Momma's cryin' in the corner
Knowin' damn well Granddaddy tried to warn her
My old man ain't around to see it
The blood ain't thick, but water sure knows how to hit
Ain't it strange? Couple years go by, things change
Too big for you to hit, so ya think
You're gonna take it out on momma
Now we got some problems
How we gonna solve 'em?
Come on, there ain't a big enough switch, Pops
I've grown, and I'm sick of your shit, Pops
Ain't a soul 'round here to call the cops
The blood ain't think, and water sure knows how to hit
Momma's cryin' in the corner
Ain't gonna lay another finger on her
You taught me one thing, I'm 'bout to lay it on ya
The blood ain't thick, but water sure knows how to hit
Knows how to hit
Yeah, you taught me one thing, I'm about to lay it on ya
The blood ain't thick, but water sure knows how to
Written by: Blake Davenport, Joe Jordan