Brads Song

Hes a sitting man
People fear his words
Like they used to fear his hand
Dont get on his bad side
That bull-nosed whiskey drinking man
Got a tongue just like a knife
His head was full of dreams
But he dont forget his hometown
As easy as it seems
You can call us mislead youth
Hed be the voice of reason
The resounding voice of truth
But dont get on his bad side
That bull-nosed whiskey drinking man
Got a tongue just like a knife
Once again hed stand
Skim across the water
Just a tiny bag of sand
Hed take a trip on back down
With a white cloud below us
Hed head on back to Redgate road
Dont get on his bad side
That bull-nosed whiskey drinking man
Got a tongue just like a knife
Dont get on his bad side