Like Father Like Son

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Dm Dm Bb A

[Verse]

Dm
His father was a gambler, Alcoholic
Dm
Drunk bastard, whatever you want to 
call it
               Bb
Don't like the way he treating mumma
 cheating in the lights
A                                  
Find himself becoming the same guy 
Dm
he despised, Good ole boy, an old 
road runner
              Dm
Pistol on his waste, he's ready to 
throw thunder
Bb
Told him living like that he won't 
last that long
Dm                 A
Living an outlaw's songs and trying 
to prove 'em all wrong
Dm
From the poverty line but taking 
pride in his hood
Dm
Fell in love with a rich girl from 
Brentwood
Bb
They had a son, he made a promise to
 change
              Am                   
He wrote that promise in chalk and 
                   Dm
it was lost in the heavy rain

[Chorus]

                      C
Heavy rains that fall upon me
     Gm               Dm
As I make my last request
       Dm                  C
Things my daddy did before me
              Gm            Dm
They're still ringing in my head
     Bb
Like father
     C
Like father
     Dm  Dm
Like son
     Bb
Like father
     C
Like father
     Dm  Dm
Like son


[Verse]

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Dm
He lost his job and his wife in the 
same week
Dm
Whiskey breath claimed defeat when 
the pain speaks
Bb
Phone rings, suicide by gun
          A
He'd been fighting demons and the 
Devil had won
Dm
Survived by mud filled and a couple 
of sons
      Dm
Blood filled bullet holes where the 
picture hung
Bb
Too much to bare, mumma cries that 
it ain't fair
A
Questions linger in the air, Answers
 just ain't there
Dm
On her knees as she pleas "Lord, 
why?"
Dm
The boy steps up with a look in his 
eye
Bb
As the chapter ends, another saga 
starts
Am
I became a man with the last beat of
 my father's heart

[Chorus]

Dm                    C
Heavy rains that fall upon me
     Gm               Dm
As I make my last request
          Dm               C
Things my daddy did before me
              Gm            Dm
They're still ringing in my head
     Bb
Like father
     C
Like father
     Dm   Dm
Like son
     Bb
Like father
     C
Like father
     Dm   Dm
Like son

[Verse]

Dm
Rabble-rouser, playing with Peter's 
gun
Dm
Might've hit a home run if I was 
Jeter's son
Bb
But I feel more like Dale Earnhardt 
Jr
A
And doing the same thing my daddy 
died doing
Dm
Trying prove a proud legacy
   Dm
To maintain staring down at that 
grave site baring the same name
Bb
Chasing footsteps to the same storm 
that swallowed him
A
Mumma home hollering, I shut the 
door and followed him
Dm
Wanted to fill his boots but I got 
bigger feet
Dm
He never made it past thirty guess I
 got him beat
Bb
Learning how to be a man through the
 stories
          A
Round the campfire, They bought me a
 can full of gas and it backfired
Dm
Great man did wrong for the right 
reasons
Dm
I still hear his voice, Feed them by
 any means, son
Bb
Family first, don't forget where you
 come from
Am
Life's a knife fight, bring guns for
 the"


[Chorus]

Dm                    C
Heavy rains that fall upon me
     Gm               Dm
As I make my last request
          Dm        C
Things my daddy did before me
              Gm            Dm
They're still ringing in my head
     Bb
Like father
     C
Like father
     Dm   Dm
Like son
     Bb
Like father
     C
Like father
     Dm  Dm
Like son