Got From You

Got these blue-green eyes from mama
Got her laugh and her old soul
Got this cheap tattoo from Tampa
Got my stripes from rock 'n' roll
Got this work hard from my Grandpa
The way I talk from this small town
Yeah, and you could blame my brothers
For this underdog that don't back down

Got a lot of who I am that comes from blessings and mistakes
My life is like a canvas, different brushes, different paints

But this ole beat-up gut string guitar and the crazy in my dreams
Be who you are, stick to your heart, and let the good Lord do His thing
This taking it in and pouring it out and three chords and the truth
Just like the good ones do
Yeah, that's what I got from you

I found that will to put down that bottle
When I first held my baby girl
Got my eyes fixed on what matters
From all the times God rocked my world
Got no doubt it ain't just me
That keeps me keeping on
Yeah, and I know You're the reason
I can hear it in my songs

'Cause this ole beat-up gut string guitar and the crazy in my dreams
Be who you are, stick to your heart, and let the good Lord do His thing
This taking it in and pouring it out and three chords and the truth
Just like the good ones do
Yeah, that's what I got from you

Yeah, I had my mind made up by the time I hit sixteen
I was gonna be that apple that fell furthest from the tree
Now look at me

With this ole beat-up gut string guitar and the crazy in my dreams
Be who you are, stick to your heart, and let the good Lord do His thing
This taking it in and pouring it out and three chords and the truth
Just like the good ones do... kinda like you're talking to
Yeah, that's what I got from you