Oh he was a cold cold man Touched him with a cold cold hand Raised him with an iron glove Down in the city of brotherly love There he waited at the top Legs on fire i thought i'd drop Man it was a big big hill Swear to god i'm climbing still I will never be as tall As his mark upon the wall But i'm afraid that i've begun To cast a shadow on the son I want to break this legacy Change this angry history And plant a brand new family tree I guess the rest is up to me
Chorus I gotta chop wood i gotta carry water Hold my boy and respect my daughter And when i take my rest I'll know i did the best i could Chop wood carry water
Oh he was a strange strange lad All those wicked thoughts he had Left to build his little world And he left you with a lonely girl Yeah you were the princely one You bear the burden of the first born son But man it was a peasant's goal Cigarettes and rock and roll Now you can try and hold it in But you will never be as thin And you can never take the floor Because you never went to war You want to break this legacy Change this angry history And plant a brand new family tree Here's some cheap advice from me Brother gotta Chop wood you gotta carry water Hold your boy and respect your daughter And when you take your rest You'll know you did the best you could Chop wood carry water
Now you can build yourself a monument Yeah you can write your name in stone But you're checking out like you checked in naked and alone
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