My grandpa Doc was a wild old man, if what I heard was true.
He loved Wild Bird and raised horses, and fought in World War Two.
Now he and his brother married the same girl, and if you're still confused, my uncle married my grandma when my daddy was only 2.
Grandpa Doc and Uncle Brooks would get along just fine. Hellraisin' in a '65 'Cuda, lovin' brothers til closing time. But her name came up, they'd go toe-to-toe, everybody'd hit the door.
By the time the Sheriff'd get to 'em, they'd be out cold on the floor.
I do believe, they done passed it down, I'm out bird-doggin' chicks all over town.
The Lord or the school won't do no good, I'm out getting' froggylike ever' hophead should.
Now when I was 13, my daddy left home, and it was plain to see---
There's whisky in the water in Coal Creek, Tennessee. But it ain't no thang, 'cause I got a brand-new bang from God's own sacred weed. I'll spend the rest of my screwed up life, feelin' kinda froggy.
