Paroles de Brad's Song

He's a sitting man People fear his words Like they used to fear his hand Don't get on his bad side That bull-nosed whiskey drinking man Got a tongue just like a knife His head was full of dreams But he don't forget his hometown As easy as it seems You can call us mislead youth He'd be the voice of reason The resounding voice of truth But don't get on his bad side That bull-nosed whiskey drinking man Got a tongue just like a knife Once again he'd stand Skim across the water Just a tiny bag of sand He'd take a trip on back down With a white cloud below us He'd head on back to redgate road Don't get on his bad side That bull-nosed whiskey drinking man Got a tongue just like a knife Don't get on his bad side