Old Fashioned Ass Whoopin' Sum Bitch (исполнитель: Preacher Stone)
Lyrics by Ronnie Riddle Music by Marty Hill, Benny Huntt © 2009 Granddaddy was a [bad word] raiser first class. fist-fightin’, bar-brawlin’ kicker of [bad word] Unwanted, half-breed, illegitimate son Of a hard-drinkin’, rail road workin’ son of a gun Who always stood his ground, and never backed down… He was an old fashion [bad word] whoopin’ son of a [bad word] If you’re lookin’ for trouble, brother, you just [bad word] it rich! Hair-triggered temper; no safety witch. Just an old fashion [bad word] whoopin’… Sumbitch My daddy was a chip off the old block. blue-collared, hard-nosed puncher of clock From the rough side of town to the jungles of Nam The son of a son of a street fightin’ man Who always stood his ground, and never backed down… He was an old fashion [bad word] whoopin’ son of a [bad word] If you’re lookin’ for trouble, brother, you just [bad word] it rich! Hair-triggered temper; no safety witch. Just an old fashion [bad word] whoopin’… Sumbitch The apple never falls that far from the tree. Three generations of [bad word] before me. [bad word] deep when the soil is rich. I’m the son of a son of a son of a sumbitch! He was an old fashion [bad word] whoopin’ son of a [bad word] If you’re lookin’ for trouble, brother, you just [bad word] it rich! Hair-triggered temper; no safety witch. Just an old fashion [bad word] whoopin’… Sumbitch