Well it might be a little piece of acreage tucked back in the trees
Might be a song so sacred that it brought you to your knees
Might be a story 'bout guts and glory that grandad used to tell
Whatever you got worth keepin', don't ya keep it all to yourself
Pass it on down, show 'em how it's done
It's a yes ma'am, no ma'am, it's an attaboy son
It's a go on now girl you can do it, I'll be right here to help you through it
And it's funny how the gifts we've been given always come right back around
When you pass 'em on down
Down
Now you don't have to be a professor, or a fired up preacher man
It's okay, you can show 'em every day in little ways anybody can understand
Show 'em hard work, help 'em through the hurt, and teach 'em what keeps you sane
Remember my friend In the end we're all just another link in the chain
Gotta pass it on down, show 'em how it's done
It's a yes ma'am, no ma'am, it's an attaboy son
It's a go on now girl you can do it, I'll be right here to help you through it
And it's funny how the gifts we've been given always come right back around
When you pass 'em on down
Down
If we ever lose a thing like freedom, it may never come back again
Won't you tell those stories to the children, someday it'll be up to them
Gotta pass it on down, show 'em how it's done
It's a hey try it this way, it's an attaboy son
It's a go on now girl you can do it, I'll be right here to help you through it
And it's funny how the gifts we've been given always come right back around
When you pass 'em on down
Down
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