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 They don't make 'em like they used to 
You still breakin' in red wing boots 
While he's wearin' out dewalt tools 
Country back before it got cool 
From the red on his neck to the dirt on his jeans 
I guess a little rubbed off on me. 
'cause I hear it all the time, I reckon that I might 
Look a little just like my old man did 
Like to wet a line and sip a little 'shine 
Guess the apple stuck right where it landed 
I like copenhagen, willie and waylon, busch light when the sun gets hot 
I shoot greenhead ducks, love beat-up trucks 
And when the tide comes out on top, I'm just a chip off the ol' block. 
Chip off the ol' block. 
He's the reason that I talk like this 
Taught me to never take no lip 
Guess the reason I ain't got no quit 
He's the gravel where I got my grit 
So you can call me an s.o.b. 
And that's alright by me. 
'cause I hear it all the time, I reckon that I might 
Look a little just like my old man did 
Like to wet a line and sip a little 'shine 
Guess the apple stuck right where it landed 
I like copenhagen, willie and waylon, busch light when the sun gets hot 
I shoot greenhead ducks, love beat-up trucks 
And when the tide comes out on top, I'm just a chip off the ol' block. 
I'm just a chip off the ol' block. 
I hear it all the time, I reckon that I might 
Look a little just like my old man did 
I like to wet a line and sip a little 'shine 
Guess the apple stuck right where it landed 
I like copenhagen, willie and waylon, busch light when the sun gets hot 
I shoot greenhead ducks, love beat-up trucks 
And when the tide comes out on top 
Yeah, whether I like it or not, I'm just a chip off the ol' block. 
I'm just a chip off the ol' block. 
 
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