Van Zant – Help Somebody lyrics

My grandaddy was a hillbilly scholar,
blue collar of a man...
He came from the school of
"you don't need nothin' if you can't make it with your own two hands"
He was backwoods, backwards, used words like:
no sir, yes ma'am, by god, I'll be darned, hell yeah I'm American..
and all the years he walked this earth
I swear all he did was work.
He said the devil dreams on an idle horse
so you listen to me squirt..

Don't get too high on the bottle,
and get right with the man.
Ya Fight your fights, find your grace
and all the things that you can't change, and help somebody if you can

Now Granny said son ya
stick to your gun if you believe in something
no matter what
cause it's better to be hated for who you are
Than loved for who you're not.
She was 5 feet of concrete
New York born and raised on a slick city street.
She'd cold stare you down, stand her ground,
still kickin' and screamin' at 93
I remember just how frail she looked
in that hospital bed
taking her last few breaths of life
and smiling as she said

Don't get too high on the bottle,
just a little sip every now and then,
ya fight your fights,
ya find your grace,
and all the things you two can't change
and help somebody if you can,
and get right with the man

I never let a cowboy make the coffee
yeah thats what Granny always said to my Grandad
and he'd say never tell a joke
that ain't that funny more than once
and if you wanna hear God laugh,
tell Him your plans

Don't get too high on the bottle,
get right with a man, son.
fight your fights,
find your grace,
and all the things that you can't change
and help somebody if you can
and get right with the man

and get right with the man