Get Right With The Man Lyrics - Van Zant

Well, Granddaddy was a hillbilly, scholar blue collar of a man 

He came from the school where you didn't need nothing 

If you could make it with your own two hands 

He was backwoods, backwards, used words like, 'No sir, yes ma'am' 

By God 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 

Fight your fights, find the grace in all the things that you can't change 

And help somebody, if you can" 

Now, Granny said, "Son, I'd stick to your gun" and said 

"If you believe in something no matter what 

'Cause it's better to be hated for who you are 

Than be loved for who you're not" 

She was 5 feet of concrete 

New York born and raised on the 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, smilin' as she said 

"Don't get too high on the bottle, just a little sip every now and then 

Fight your fights, find the grace, in all the things that you can't change 

And help somebody if you can and get right with the man" 

"I never let a cowboy make the coffee" 

Yeah, that's what granny always said to my Granddad 

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 the man, son 

Fight your fights, find the grace in all the things that you can't change 

And help somebody if you can and get right with the man"