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

Chorus:
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 takin' it in and pourin' 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 eyеs fixed on what matters from all the timеs 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

Chorus:
'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 takin' it in and pourin' 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 [sic] from the tree
Now look at me

Chorus:
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 takin' it in and pourin' it out and three chords and the truth, just like the good ones do... Kinda like you're talkin' to

Yeah, that's what I got from you