[Verse 1]
My daddy was a southern baptist deacon
On the good book, I was born and raised
But I never quite bought into the preaching
Too much fear, Too much hate
[Verse 2]
So i drifted from my faith out of high school
I questioned things that i could not see
Thats when they told my dad that we weren t welcome back
And they were gonna be praying for me
[Chorus 1]
He said, son, the road it aint easy
Its all just a series of mistakes
But you gotta learn how to take
The bruises with the breaks
The love and the heartache
The crooked and the straight
[Verse 3]
So I wandered through my twenties uninspired
I got my education at the end of the bar
And I traded in my youth for 3 chords and the truth
And the ring of an electric guitar
[Verse 4]
So we made all these plans
We were gonna take a stand
Set out, and rise above the noise
But after all these shows we played
Their fight began to fade
As they walked away, I heard my fathers voice
[Chorus 1]
He said, son, the road it aint easy
Its all just a series of mistakes
But you gotta learn how to take
The bruises with the breaks
The love and the heartache
The crooked and the straight
[Chorus 2]
He said, son, the road it aint easy
Its all just a series of mistakes
And son, you might not believe me
But I promise you one of these days
That youre gonna learn how to take
The bruises with the breaks
The love and the heartache
The crooked and the straight