His father was a gambler Alcoholic, drunk bastard Whatever you want to call it Don't like the way he treated momma Cheating and the lies Find himself becoming the same guy That he despised Good old boy and an old Roadrunner Pistol on his waist, he ready to throw Thunder Told him: Living like that You won't last that long Living an Outlaw song And trying to prove them all wrong Through the property lines He took pride in his hood Fell in love with a rich girl from Brentwood They had a son, he made a promise to change He wrote that promise in chalk And it was lost in the Heavy rains, they fall upon me As I make my last request Things my daddy did before me They're still ringing in my head Like father, like father, like son Like father, like father, like son He lost his job And his wife in the same week Whiskey breath claim defeat When the pain speaks Phone ring, suicide by gun He'd been fighting with the demons And the devil had won Survived by a mother and a couple of sons Blood filled, bullet holes Where a picture hung Too much to bear, mamma cries That it ain't fair Questions linger in the air Answers just ain't there On her knees as she pleads: Lord, why? Lil boy steps up with a look in his eye As the chapter ends, another saga starts I became a man with the last beat Of my father's heart Heavy rains, they fall upon me As I make my last request Things my daddy did before me They're still ringing in my head Like father, like father, like son Like father, like father, like son Rebel rouser playing with Peter's gun I might hit a homerun if I was Jeters son But I feel more like Dale Earnhardt Junior Doing the same thing That my daddy died doing Trying to prove 'em proud Legacy to maintain staring down At the grave site, bearing the same name Chasing footsteps to the same storm That swallowed him Momma home hollering I shut the door and follow him Wanted to fill his boots But I got bigger feet He never made it past 30, guess I got him beat Learning how to be a man Through the stories around the campfire They pump me full of gas and it backfired Great man did wrong for the right reasons I still hear his voice: Feed em' by any means, son Family first, don't forget where you come from Lifes a knife fight, bring guns for the Heavy rains, they fall upon me As I make my last request Things my daddy did before me They're still ringing in my head Like father, like father, like son Like father, like father, like son