They don't make ‘em like they used to

Still breaking in red wing boots

While he wearing I'll be wall 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

Reckon that I might, look a little just like my ol' man did

Like to wet a line, 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

Shoot green head 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

That's the reason I got no quit

He's the gravel where I got my grit

So you can call me an SOB, that's alright by me

Cause I hear it all the time

Reckon that I might, look a little just like my old man did

Like to wet a line, 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 green head 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

Cause I hear it all the time

Reckon that I might, look a little just like my old man did

Like to wet a line, 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 green head 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

Just a chip off of the ol' block

I'm just a chip off the ol' block