Things He Handed Down

Yeah, I still got that pocket knife, that real Swiss army
The one that wore a hole in his blue jeans
I still got that old guitar, that '60s martin
The one with buckle scratches and rusted strings
Oh, but it just don't sound as good to me
As him sayingDon't mix wine with whiskey, don't put Jesus in a box
And never spend more money than you make
Don't burn a bridge that maybe one day you'll have to cross
Don't let a ball game ruin your SaturdayYeah, those talks from that recliner, those fishing boat one-liners
It's his words that mean most to me now
Of the things he handed down, down, down, oh, yeah
The things he handed downYeah, I still got that bible, that leather-bound king James one
I swear, every verse, you underlined
Yeah, I kept that bottle, the one that we both finished
The night, I said I think I met my wife
And you shook my hand, and we both smiled
And you saidLove ain't always roses, yeah, sometimes you get the thorns
But buy a dozen every chance you get
Oh, and tell your friends you love 'em 'cause some day they could be gone
And try to live this life with no regretsYeah, those talks from that recliner, those fishing boat one-liners
It's his words that mean most to me now
Of the things he handed downI can hear him sayingDon't mix wine with whiskey, don't put Jesus in a box
And never spend more money than you make
Don't burn a bridge that maybe one day you'll have to cross
And don't worry 'bout what you can't changeThose talks from that recliner, those fishing boat one-liners
It's his words that mean most to me now
Of the things he handed down, down, down, oh, yeah
The things he handed down