How I Got My Name (Acoustic Version)

[Skit: Apalachee Don]
Hey, what's up man? It's Apalachee Don
Yo, come on in man
Hey, what's happenin'?
What's up dude?
Good to see ya, good to see ya
Oh man, oh man
You wanna work, you ready to work bro?
I can't wait, I can't wait
Man, let's run then

[Skit: Apalachee Don]
Mic check, mic check, 1, 1-2, mic check
Alright
Check, yea, yea, check
That's what I'm talkin' about

[Intro: Apalachee Don]
Yea-a-a-a, mhmm-m-m-m, yea-a-a-a

[Verse 1: Apalachee Don]
Deep off in that river
I can hear 'em callin' my name
A six string song from long ago
I can still hear it sing
Barefoot in that holler
A smell of a summer rain
Takes me back to them scupplin' vines
And I can hear granddaddy say:

[Chorus: Apalachee Don]
"Oh don't you go near them bushes there
Better leave my grapes alone
And don't you go snoopin' around the barn
Or in places you don't belong
And don't you go talkin' to your grandma boy
Or I'ma skin you to tha' bone."
That's just some of the way that old outlaw play
And that's how I got my name
It's how I got my name

[Verse 2: Apalachee Don]
Daddy liked his whiskey
And some good cold Natural Light
Some good cold Natural Light!
He was always talkin' 'bout honky tonkin'
Stayin' out late all night
Stayin' out late all night!
And when the band would play some ol' Merl and Hank
He'd catch that jig down in his bones
Jig down in his bones!
And when pops came in with that Cheshire grin
You could tell he tied one on

[Chorus: Apalachee Don]
"Oh, don't you go messin' with my liquor boy
Better leave my beers alone
And don't you go pokin' your hand in my cooler
Or places it don't belong
And don't you go talkin' to your momma son
Or I'ma skin you to tha' bone."
That's just some of the way that old outlaw played
And that's how I got my name
It's how I got my name

[Verse 3: Apalachee Don]
Well I guess this life is meant for me
Cause the apple don't fall that far from the tree
Far from the tree!
I took a few trips in that county van
And a whole lot of free days work over [?]
And a whole lot of free days work over [?]!
I was shackled down on the prison bus
Might have gave in but I never gave up
Might have gave in but I never gave up!
I was taught to hold my head up high
And never be ashamed of how I live my life
Live my life

Hmm, that's right

[Verse 4: Apalachee Don]
My kids is like they pappy
They both got rebel ways
Both got rebel ways!
Hard headed and stubborn
And they'd argue with a stump for days
Argue with a stump for days!
Still they know what's wrong
And they know what's right
And still they stand proud for their own
Stand proud for their own!
Til' the day they die they gonna hold on tight
To the places they call home
To the places they call home!

[Chorus: Apalachee Don]
Oh don't you go messin' with my children, man;
Better leave my kids alone
Better leave my kids alone!
And don't you go puttin' your nose in my business
Or places it don't belong
Places it don't belong!
And don't you go messin' with my woman, man;
Or I'ma skin you to the bone
Skin you to the bone!
That's just some of the way this old outlaw plays
And that's just some of the way that old outlaws play
And that's how I got my name
It's how I got my name
I-I-I-I got my na-a-a-a-ame

[Skit: Apalachee Don]
Yea
I tell you this ol' music gonna be the death of me