Help Somebody - Van Zant

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

He came from the school where you didn’t need nothin'

If you couldn’t 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.»

In 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 a grace

And all the things that you can change

And help somebody if you can.

"

Now Granny said: «Sonny, stick to your ganas

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 five feet of concrete

New York born an' raised on a 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:

Takin' her last few breaths of life, smilin' as she said:

«Don't get too high on the bottle

Just a little sip ev’ry now and then

Fight your fights, find a grace

And all the things that you can change

And help somebody if you can

And get right with the Man.

"

Instrumental Break

(C'mon now.)

«I never let a cowboy make the coffee.»

Yeah, that’s what Granny always said to my Grandad

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 a grace

And all the things that you can change

And help somebody if you can

And get right with the Man.

"

Yeah

(Get too high.)

(Help somebody if you can.)