Bloodline

Good southern singing was my upbringing
It was all my daddy did
Bar to bar old guitar
Second hand smoke what a way to live
He would close his eyes
When he would harmonize
And he would sing it son sing it son
Just spending that time
Around him I learned to play it some
Banging on a hand me down six string
Out on the porch tambourine
Back beat praisin' the lord
Takes you back in time
It's a ghost in the radio am dial
Lonesome road blues haven't heard in a while
It's a sweet sound feelin' state of mind
It's in your bloodline
It's in your bloodline
There's a time for work and a time
For play until play becomes your work
So you sacrifice and roll the dice
And hope that you get heard
From a couple of faces
To headline stages and everything in between
The pay goes up and the pay
Goes down down but I just keep
Banging on a hand me down six string
Out on the porch tambourine
Back beat praisin' the lord

Takes you back in time
It's a ghost in the radio am dial
Lonesome road blues haven't heard in a while
It's a sweet sound feelin' state of mind
It's in your bloodline

It's in your bloodline

Can't run from it
Can't put it down
Can't give it up
Can't find the same

Banging on a hand me down six string
Out on the porch tambourine
Back beat praisin' the lord
Takes you back in time

It's a ghost in the radio am dial

Lonesome road blues haven't heard in a while
It's a sweet sound feelin' state of mind

It's in your bloodline

It's in your bloodline