Karaoké Old School Creed Fisher

Shake a man's hand and look him in the eye

Is that so hard to do

Don't blow smoke don't tell lies

Son, just tell the truth

There's rumors going 'round all around town you've been talking shit

You say I can't play and you say I can't sing

And my songs, they won't be hits

I've never been a violent man

I'd rather be drinkin' beer

But that's the name

Granddaddy gave me

And let me make it clear

You're gonna shut your mouth or say it to my face

Or I'm gonna use your ass like a broom to sweep this place

Go on and call up your friends you better bring a few

'Cos I come from a different time where the men were all old school

I've seen your kind a thousand times all baby-faced and cute

No calluses on your hands no scuffs upon your boots

You prolly think the Hollar is a rap song in your car

You don't know the first damn thing about playing these smokey bars

You're gonna shut your mouth or say it to my face

Or I'm gonna use your ass like a broom to sweep this place

Go on and call up your friends you better bring a few

'Cos I come from a different time where the men were all old school

I don't care if you want to speak your mind, son

You got somethin' to say

All I ask you stand up and grow some balls and say it to my face

'Cos if I keep hearing whispers, son you're still talking shit

You're gonna owe me gas money to get back over here and it's gonna be talk shit, get hit

You're gonna shut your mouth or say it to my face

Or I'm gonna use your ass like a broom to sweep this place

Go on and call up your friends you better bring a few

'Cos I come from a different time where the men were all old school

I come from a different time

'Cos my Granddaddy sure was old school

It's up to you, son

Talk shit, get hit

What's that

I don't hear nothin'

Yeah, that's what I thought

I'm waitin'