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 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 eyes fixed on what matters From all the times 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 '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 from the tree Now look at me 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