Chip Off The Ol’ Block

They don’t make ’em like they used to

You still breakin’ in Red Wing boots

While he’s wearin’ out DEWALT tools

Country back before it got cool

From the red on his neck to the dirt on his jeans

I guess a little rubbed off on me

‘Cause I hear it all the time, I reckon that I might

Look a little just like my old man did

Like to wet a line and sip a little ‘shine

Guess the apple stuck right where it landed

I like Copenhagen, Willie and Waylon, Busch Light when the sun gets hot

I shoot greenhead ducks, love beat-up trucks

And when the Tide comes out on top, I’m just a chip off the ol’ block

Chip off the ol’ block

He’s the reason that I talk like this

Taught me to never take no lip

Guess the reason I ain’t got no quit

He’s the gravel where I got my grit

So you can call me an S.O.B.

And that’s alright by me

‘Cause I hear it all the time, I reckon that I might

Look a little just like my old man did

Like to wet a line and sip a little ‘shine

Guess the apple stuck right where it landed

I like Copenhagen, Willie and Waylon, Busch Light when the sun gets hot

I shoot greenhead ducks, love beat-up trucks

And when the Tide comes out on top, I’m just a chip off the ol’ block

I’m just a chip off the ol’ block

I hear it all the time, I reckon that I might

Look a little just like my old man did

I like to wet a line and sip a little ‘shine

Guess the apple stuck right where it landed

I like Copenhagen, Willie and Waylon, Busch Light when the sun gets hot

I shoot greenhead ducks, love beat-up trucks

And when the Tide comes out on top

Yeah, whether I like it or not, I’m just a chip off the ol’ block

I’m just a chip off the ol’ block