Tradition Lyrics by Drake White
I got an ebb and rude attitude, age of three
I learned to walk, then why to ski?
It’s in my blood, it’s in my roots
like sawmill gravy in the gospel truth
I trip through the beach, 4th of July
It’s a five-hour army, brother
Eat a peach drive
You can trace it back to my granddad
And all the way back to me.
Backyard bottle rocking New Year’s Eve
Chasing whitetail through the fresh four leaves
Grandma’s catfish recipe
Yeah, that’s my religion
Is that eagle football on Friday night?
Hallelujah, muddy water baptized
Cold beer and river fishing
A repetition of the way you’re living
I’m just keeping a live tradition
Yeah
Country fried steak dinner (?)
At the Waffle House
With all my friends
Southern pines
Always made to fire
And whiskey always took us ***
We’d roll your yard on Halloween
Hunt the flatwoods for a Christmas tree
That’s how it’s always been
And how it’s always gonna be
It’s a backyard bottle rocking New Year’s Eve
Chasing whitetail through the fresh four leaves
Grandma’s catfish recipe
Yeah, that’s my religion
Is that eagle football on Friday night?
Hallelujah, muddy water baptized
Cold beer and river fishing
A repetition of the way you’re living
I’m just keeping a live tradition
Yeah, yeah.
Oh, Lord.
There’s something going on in the world today
I don’t know what it is, but I’m okay
DIY, do it yourself, that’s right
Everybody learn to play together
Play together like birds of a feather
Stomp in my boots no matter what the weather
Rain or shine, look at my behind
If you don’t love the love
L-O-V-E is what I’m talking about
Just to get a little bad
Smile on your mouth
Get a little bit of rung
Rung on your tongue
Get a little bit done
Get a little bit done
I got a TCB
Taking care of business all day
Baby, because I’m free
I’m just a freestyle mother
Don’t you know
My mother taught me
How to be a young man for sure
How to treat a woman right
How to treat her so tight
Everybody knows that’s understood
Yes, I’ve got the rhythm
I got the roll of this old Gibson guitar
So good yeah
So come on baby just let me sing
Oh baby now just let me sing
I’m talking about tradition now.
Now listen up.
I’m talking about tradition now.
Yeah, now listen up.
I’m talking about tradition now, yeah.
Let me tell you what my tradition is.
It was all my granddad’s vinyl records.
It was sitting in the back pew, baby, reckless
So drunk from Saturday night, but that’s all right, you see, yeah
It was everybody from Nirvana to the Leonard Skinner band
It was about a Marshall Tucker, everybody understand
Everybody Pearl Jam, give a damn, everybody get down
Oh, yeah, yeah
And I had Hank Jr. blowing on the radio
Then his daddy taught him how to really go, go, go
Then I had Kid Rock, no, you don’t stop, everybody that’s for sure, yeah
Then I had Tupac and Sublime on the hip-hop side
Baby, they taught me how to stay alive
I wasn’t on the streets, I was on the dirt road
Hey, darling, listen to the fireside stories that were told
Hey, darling, got a little rhythm
A little tradition deep in my blood
Hey, darling, just because
Oh, I’m a country rebel that love
Hey, feeling just so down inside
Yes, I will make your temperature rise
Just freestylin’ what’s on my mind
Hey darling let me do it one more time
I got that rhythm baby deep in my blood
This kind of feeling is what I love
I got a golden retriever Oh I love him too Yeah
Yes I got a whistling solo
A peace of mind.
I lay my dad down one more time.
I sleep on Sally at night because I do people right.
The golden rule.
That’s right.
Whistle, boy.
Backyard bottle rocking New Year’s Eve
Chasing whitetail through the fresh four leaves
Grandma’s catfish recipe
Yeah, that’s my religion
Is that eagle football on Friday night?
Hallelujah, muddy water baptized
Cold beer and river fishing
A repetition of the way you’re living
I’m just keeping a live tradition