Silver Spoon

02:30
Lucky Mud
2008-12-01
Michael McKinney

Story

Finished work for the day, knocked back a couple of Tylenol with a bottle of Bushmills. A song was born.

Lyrics

Children born with a silver spoon

Come into this world

Through a private room

All the others take a breath

And then they cry

'Cause they know they'll be working

'Til the day they die

 

It didn't take me long

To see the plan

I was born with my hammer

In my hand

Working the line

In the Southern sun

'Better not stop

'Til the work is done

 

But I can stand straight

I can stand tall

I might bend

But I won't fall

Washing down my whiskey

With Tylenol

Washing down my whiskey

With Tylenol

 

Some are born with gold

Some get the call

They go through life

They never work at all

Politicians and preachers

I say 'damn 'em all'

Still washing down my whiskey

With Tylenol

 

But I will stand straight

I will stand tall

I might bend

But I will never fall

Washing down my whiskey

With Tylenol

Washing down my whiskey

With Tylenol

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