Lyrics of 'Like Father, Like Son (feat. Joshua Hedley)' by Struggle Jennings

His father was a gambler
Alcoholic, drunk bastard
Whatever you want to call it

Don't like the way he treated momma
Cheating and the lies
Find himself becoming the same guy
That he despised

Good old boy and an old Roadrunner
Pistol on his waist, he ready to throw Thunder
Told him: Living like that
You won't last that long
Living an Outlaw song
And trying to prove them all wrong

Through the property lines
He took pride in his hood
Fell in love with a rich girl from Brentwood
They had a son, he made a promise to change
He wrote that promise in chalk
And it was lost in the

Heavy rains, they fall upon me
As I make my last request
Things my daddy did before me
They're still ringing in my head

Like father, like father, like son
Like father, like father, like son

He lost his job
And his wife in the same week
Whiskey breath claim defeat
When the pain speaks

Phone ring, suicide by gun
He'd been fighting with the demons
And the devil had won
Survived by a mother and a couple of sons

Blood filled, bullet holes
Where a picture hung
Too much to bear, mamma cries
That it ain't fair
Questions linger in the air
Answers just ain't there

On her knees as she pleads: Lord, why?
Lil boy steps up with a look in his eye
As the chapter ends, another saga starts
I became a man with the last beat
Of my father's heart

Heavy rains, they fall upon me
As I make my last request
Things my daddy did before me
They're still ringing in my head

Like father, like father, like son
Like father, like father, like son

Rebel rouser playing with Peter's gun
I might hit a homerun if I was Jeters son
But I feel more like Dale Earnhardt Junior
Doing the same thing
That my daddy died doing

Trying to prove 'em proud
Legacy to maintain staring down
At the grave site, bearing the same name
Chasing footsteps to the same storm
That swallowed him

Momma home hollering
I shut the door and follow him
Wanted to fill his boots
But I got bigger feet

He never made it past 30, guess I got him beat
Learning how to be a man
Through the stories around the campfire
They pump me full of gas and it backfired

Great man did wrong for the right reasons
I still hear his voice: Feed em' by any means, son
Family first, don't forget where you come from
Lifes a knife fight, bring guns for the

Heavy rains, they fall upon me
As I make my last request
Things my daddy did before me
They're still ringing in my head

Like father, like father, like son
Like father, like father, like son