Yes, I still got that pocket knife, that real swiss army

The one that wore a hole in his blue jeans

I still got that old guitar, that '60s martin

The one with buckle scratches and rusted strings

Oh, but it just don't sound as good to me

As him saying.

"Don't mix wine with whiskey, don't put jesus in a box

And never spend more money than you make

Don't burn a bridge that maybe one day you'll have to cross

Don't let a ball game ruin your saturday"

Yeah, those talks from that recliner, those fishing boat one-liners

It's his words that mean most to me now

Of the things he handed down, down, down, oh yeah...

The things he handed down.

Yes, I still got that bible, that leather-bound king james one

I swear, every verse, you underlined

Yeah, I kept that bottle, the one that we both finished

The night I said I think I met my wife

And you shook my hand, and we both smiled

And you said.

"Love ain't always roses, yeah, sometimes you get the thorns

But buy a dozen every chance you get

Oh, and tell your friends you love 'em 'cause some day they could be gone

And try to live this life with no regrets"

Yeah, those talks from that recliner, those fishing boat one-liners

It's his words that mean most to me now

Of the things he handed down.

I can hear him saying.

"Don't mix wine with whiskey, don't put jesus in a box

And never spend more money than you make

Don't burn a bridge that maybe one day you'll have to cross

And don't worry 'bout what you can't change"

Those talks from that recliner, those fishing boat one-liners

It's his words that mean most to me now

Of the things he handed down, down, down, oh yeah...

The things he handed down.