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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
John Ford
John Ford
Harmony Vocals
Bam Powell
Bam Powell
Drums
Matt Hueneman
Matt Hueneman
Keyboards
Michael Barrett
Michael Barrett
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Larry Dean Ford
Larry Dean Ford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Ford
John Ford
Producer
Matt Hueneman
Matt Hueneman
Engineer

Lyrics

What will you do when you're left all alone
Your momma and your dad and your brother all gone
The good die young but I'm bad to the bone
Take these shoes...Livin' my Daddy's ole blues
Well he came up north just after the war
A temper from Harlan...you just can't ignore
Pistols and shells in the bottom chest drawer
Please excuse...Livin' my Daddy's ole blues
Airplanes and motors and ragged old sox
Playing games with the children with an old cardboard box
Hours and hours fixin' grandma's old clocks
We'll never use...my Daddy's ole blues
Well fortunes will come and fortunes will go
You can't take it with you...oh baby I know
But all I need is six in a row
Like front page news...Livin' my Daddy's ole blues
Well I heard him cry, said ain't it a shame
When he talked of my mother...he'd call her by name
My heart is so heavy and myself I do blame
Bound to lose...Livin' my Daddy's ole blues
Well I'm much too cheap to take on a bet
I worked all my life but I ain't dirty yet
All the bad times well I tend to forget
You can't refuse...your Daddy's ole blues
Well after he died and was put in his place
All of that family I tried to retrace
Dreamin' my hand was a touchin' his face
But whose is whose - me or my Daddy's ole blues
Well the years went by and what was now is
And the lines on my forehead are looking like his
We're keeping things even between all the kids
You can't confuse...me and my Daddy's ole blues
Ah but whose is whose
Me or my Daddy's ole blues
Written by: Larry Dean Ford
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