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[Verse 1]
My daddy was a Southern Baptist deacon
On the Good Book I was born and raised
But I never quite bought into the preachin'
Too much fear, too much hate

[Verse 2]
So I drifted from my faith outta high school
I questioned things that I could not see
That's when they told my dad that we weren't welcome back
And they were gonna be prayin' for me


[Chorus 1]
He said "Son, the road, it ain't easy
"It's all just a series of mistakes
"But you gotta learn how to take
"The bruises with the breaks
"The love with the heartache
"The crooked with the straight"

[Verse 3]
I wandered through my twenties uninspired
I got my education at the end of the bar
And I traded in my youth for three chords and the truth
And the ring of an electric guitar
And we made all these plans, we were gonna take a stand
Set out and rise above the noise
But after all those shows we played, their fight began to fade
And as they walked away, I heard my father's voice

[Chorus 1]
He said "Son, the road, it ain't easy
"It's all just a series of mistakes
"But you gotta learn how to take
"The bruises with the breaks
"The love with the heartache
"The crooked with the straight"

[Chorus 2]
He said "Son, the road, it ain't easy
"It's all just a series of mistakes
"And Son, you might not believe me
"But I promise, you will one of these days
"That you're gonna learn how to take
"The bruises with the breaks
"The love with the heartache
"The crooked with the straight"

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