[Verse 1]

My old man, he said to me, he said, "Son

There are those that get bought, and those that do the buying"

Well enough, we never did see eye to eye

And I always wished that good ol' boy could count past two

[Verse 2]

Love it or leave it, black or white

That's the way it is, fundamental, absolute

I wish I could be as clever

Never did buy that bill of goods

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