Chords for Struggle Jennings - "Like Father, Like Son" ft. Joshua Hedley (Audio)

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[Bb] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
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[Bb] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[Dm] He's a good man.
His father was a gambler, alcoholic, drunk bastard, whatever you want to [Bb] call him.
Don't like the way he treatin' mama, cheatin' [E] in the lies.
Find himself becoming the same guy that [Dm] he despised.
Good old boy and an old road runner.
Pistol on his waist, he ready to throw [Bb] thunder.
Told him livin' like that he won't last that long.
Livin' in [A] our lost song and tryin' to prove him all [Dm] wrong.
From the poverty line to take pride in his hood.
Fell in love with a rich girl from Brentwood.
[Bb] Yeah, they had a son, he made a promise of [A] change.
He wore that promise and chalk and it was lost in the [Dm] heavy rain.
Heavy rains, they [C] fall upon me as [Gm] I make my [Dm] last request. _
Things my _ daddy [C] did for me, [Gm] they're still _ ringing in [Dm] my head.
[Bb] Like father, _ [C] like father, _ [Dm] like son. _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] Like father, _ _ [C] like father, [Dm] like son. _ _ _ _ _ _
He lost a job and his wife in the same week.
Whiskey breath claim defeat when the [Bb] pain speaks.
Phone rings, suicide by [A] gun.
He been fighting with the demons and the devil at [Dm] war.
Survived by a mother and a couple of sons.
Blood filled, bullet holes with a picture hung.
[Bb] Too much to bear, mama cries that it [A] ain't fair.
Questions linger in the air, answers just [Dm] ain't there.
On her knees as she pleads, Lord why?
Little boy steps up with a look in his eye.
[Bb] Yeah, as the chapter ends, another [A] saga starts.
I became a man with the last beat of my [Dm] father's heart.
Heavy _ rains, they [C] fall upon me as [Gm] I make my [Dm] last request. _
Things my _ daddy [C] did for me, they're [Gm] still _ ringing in [Dm] my head. _
[Bb] Like father, _ [C] like father, _ [Dm] like son. _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] Like father, _ [C] like father, _ [Dm] like son. _ _ _ _ _
Rebel Rouser, playing with Peter's gun.
I might have hit a home run if I was [Bb] Jeter's son.
But I feel more like Dale Earnhardt [A] Jr.
Doing the same thing that my daddy died [Dm] doing.
Trying to prove a proud legacy to maintain.
Staring down at the gravesite bearing the [Bb] same name.
Chasing footsteps to the same storm that [A] swallowed him.
Mama home hollering, I shut the door and [Dm] followed her.
Wanted to fill his boots, but I got bigger feet.
He never made it past 30, yes I got [Bb] him beating.
Learning how to be a man through the stories [A] around the campfire.
They pumped me full of gas and it [Dm] backfired.
Great man did wrong for the right reasons.
I still hear his voice, feed him by any [Bb] means, son.
Family first, don't forget where you come [Am] from.
Life's a knife fight, bring guns for the_
The [Dm] heavy rains, they [C] fall upon me.
As [Gm] I make my [Dm] last request.
Things my _ daddy [C] did before me.
They're [Gm] still ringing [Dm] in my head. _
[Bb] Like father, _ [C] like father. _
[Dm] Like son, _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] like father.
_ [C] Like father, _ [Dm] like son. _ _ _ _ _ _
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