Haymaker

This here's the singalong version Of the story Of my great, late, Uncle Joe He was a "smoke 'em if ya got 'em" type "Kill the whole bottle!" Pushed the pedal till the whole thing broke And my mamma used to say He'd always been a little devil and a risk-taker She said her pappa even nicknamed him My granddaddy called him Haymaker I met him late in his life Because a family fights But that's a story you already know I was drinking I was cussing More than all my other cousins Must be something that the old kin know He said you got a reputation of a little troublemaker And a hell-raiser I bet you thinking you'se a man, ain't you? I bet you thinking you'se a Haymaker He said If you're gonna drink If you're gonna fight If you're gonna stay up late all night You learn every single record That they got on that jukebox there You buy the next round And shoot your shot You give them hell - if that's all you've got You do all the things they'll never let you And they never will forget you were here Now I chase all my thoughts of Haymaker With a couple of tears He said the world ain't gonna plan For the wandering man It don't like the things it can't control Living life on the town Never trying to come down Letting the dice and the good times roll But you cut a little closer Trying to be a casanova and a heartbreaker You better learn to be a punch-taker If you're gonna be a Haymaker He said If you're gonna drink If you're gonna fight If you're gonna stay up late all night You learn every single record That they got on that jukebox there You buy the next round And shoot your shot You give them hell - if that's all you've got You do all the things they'll never let you And they never will forget you were here Now I chase all my thoughts of Haymaker With a couple of tears And I hold on tight to the times we spent Listening to Reba, Garth, and Clint And I still regret I missed his final days Yeah, but he's right here now and he's been here since Every time a grab a guitar and pen In every word and every chord I play Now I can't drink And I can't fight And I can't drive a dirt road at night Without thinking of the records That he played on that jukebox there He paid his tab He took his shot He gave 'em more than he ever got He did all the things they'd never let him And he's probably buying Heaven a beer Yeah he did all the things they never let him And I never will forget he was here Now I chase all my thoughts of Haymaker With a couple of tears