Texty:
Disciple My Daddy Can Whip Your Daddy

Hey won't you come to try and fill my shoes They don't walk so well Hey can you take the death inside my heart It don't beat so well Bridge And I wait

Welcome my friends to this beautiful Sunday My wife burn my tie on the stove just the other day Your Mama, your Daddy, your greasy, greasy Granny Let'

Take my eyes from me, so I will see in spirit Change my mind to think, on what you see fit The heavens declare your glory, but does my witness May you

Guess I'm filled with the Christmas spirit Celebrate a jolly man in red Hope my kids don't find out Santa Clause isn't real Maybe I should have told

Hey won't you come to try and fill my shoes They don't walk so well Hey can you take the death inside my heart It don't beat so well Bridge And I wait

Welcome my friends to this beautiful Sunday My wife burn my tie on the stove just the other day Your Mama, your Daddy, your greasy, greasy Granny Let