Death And Taxes Songtext
von Jordan Fletcher

Seven years young, my daddy said
"Son if you gonna be dumb you′d better be tough"
Don't ever start war but throw the last punch
And hit ′em hard enough so they don't get up
Early to bed and early to rise
Make some man healthy, wealthy, and wise
I shake my head and I rolled my eyes
When he start talkin' ′bout things like

Death and taxes the world moves fast and
Money and time it don′t grow on trees
Make your bed and say your prayers
'Cause life ain′t fair and it's never gonna be
Chicks steel guitars, tattoos and scars
Trucks and cars don′t run on dreams
You can count on one hand the things you can count on
Death and taxes and your mama and me


I went from seven to twenty-seven
Time flew fast just like he said
It's kinda crazy, I got a baby
Across the hall sleepin′ in his bed
I'm prayin' prayers I never thought I′d pray ′bout
Sayin' things I never thought I′d say out loud
Man of my old man he could see me now
He'd shake his head and laugh to see he was right about

Death and taxes the world moves fast and
Money and time it don′t grow on trees
Make your bed and say your prayers
'Cause life ain′t fair and it's never gonna be
Chicks steel guitars, tattoos and scars
Trucks and cars don't run on dreams
You can count on one hand the things you can count on
Death and taxes and your mama and me
Death and taxes and your mama and me


Crazy how talkin′ ′bout
Death and taxes the world moves fast and
Money and time it don't grow on trees
Make your bed and say your prayers
Life ain′t fair and it's never gonna be
Chicks steel guitars, tattoos and scars
Trucks and cars it don′t run on dreams
You can count on one hand the things you can count on
Death and taxes and your mama and me
Death and taxes and your mama and me
Death and taxes and your mama and me
Your mama and me