Your dad scares me
I think he wants me dead
He's an old fashioned southern man
And he wants to protect his boys

All he sees is are war-painted faced floozies
I wish I could let him pick my brain apart
So he'd know I ain't like that
Seems the only thing he wants to pick my brain with
Is the end of his shiny fine-tuned banjo.

Your dad scares me.
I think he wants me dead
He's an old southern gent
With a shotgun in hand

All he sees are those cheating slutbag tramps
I wish I could let him see I'm real
So he'd know I ain't like that
Seems the only way he really wants to see me
Is hollowed out, mounted and displayed on his front lawn

Bottom line, your dad scares me.
I think he always will
I just wish he'd accept me.
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