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Backstory:

Loosely based on my father's family and the culture of his hometown, which I visited frequently when I was young.                                                                   

Lyrics:

                                                  
The Kind of Thing That Gets Passed Down

 VERSE 1
 Must have been half the town lined along the creek
 Preacher dunked the baby and Momma kissed her cheek
 Christened her one of us, the strong and the proud
 That’s the kind of thing that gets passed down
 
VERSE 2
 Neighbors hung and shook their heads as little Janie grew
 She’d kick back by the barrel with the boys drinking booze
 Momma warned “That bottle put your daddy in the ground”
 And that’s the kind of thing that gets passed down
 
BRIDGE
 And don’t she have Daddy’s eyes?
 Dark shiny opals full of pride
 Does her best by God to stay clean
 But don’t she got the trouble gene
 
VERSE 3
 Mama kept the doors locked and kept the gun unpinned
 But damn if that boy didn’t sneak and find a way in
 Nine months later Janie borrowed Grandma's Christening gown
 That’s the kind of thing that gets passed down
 
BREAK
 
BRIDGE
 And don’t she have Daddy’s eyes?
 Dark shiny opals full of pride
 Does her best by God to stay clean
 But don’t she got the trouble gene
 
TAG
 Must have been half the town lined along the creek
 Preacher dunked the baby and Momma kissed his cheek
 That's the kind of thing that gets passed down