Lyrics
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Verse 1
They don’t make ‘em like they used to
Still breaking in red wing boots
While he’s wearing I’ll 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
Chorus
Cause I hear it all the time
Reckon that I might
Look a little just like my ol’ man did
Like to wet a line, 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
Shoot green head ducks, love beat up trucks
And when the tide comes out on top
I’m just a chip off the ol’ block
Post-Chorus
Chip off the ol’ block
Verse 2
He’s the reason that I talk like this
Taught me to never take no lip
That’s the reason I got no quit
He’s the gravel where I got my grit
So you can call me an SOB, that’s alright by me
Chorus
Cause I hear it all the time
Reckon that I might
Look a little just like my old man did
Like to wet a line, 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 green head ducks, love beat up trucks
And when the tide comes out on top
I’m just a chip off the ol’ block
Post-Chorus
Chip off the ol’ block
Chorus
Cause I hear it all the time
Reckon that I might
Look a little just like my old man did
Like to wet a line, 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 green head 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
Post-Chorus
Just a chip off of the ol’ block
I’m just a chip off the ol’ block
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