Bluegrass 9

Battle battle what I am supposed to play
To be the king I am against the lyrics I am aloud to play

I woke up with a simple plan
Momma taught me simple things,
But I’m no simple man

To keep up is sorrow
My daddy taught me young
The fish you catch today
Is a story of patience you learned
Every man casts his rod to a mythical beat,
Sing you own song,
And every night you will eat.

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