Tracy Byrd - Pa** It On lyrics

Mossy oak swamp bottom, dew drop falling Old Tom answering a hoot owls call Nothing like the sound when the day breaks Me and Daddy in the woods on a Saturday You see his Granddaddy hunted these hills and I hope someday my kids will He said, Do me a favor before i'm gone Love this land and pa** it on Pa** it on Oh, he showed me how to cast a line Where the white tail live and how to read their signs He'd lean my gun up against a tree So he could hold a barbwire fence for me Yeah I learned a lot from watching his ways Like how to hunt smart and how to be safe He said, one of these days son, you'll be grown Remember what i told you and pa** it on Pa** it on in the name of conservation Pa** it on to another generation Pa** it on But on the day that I turned 21 My Dad walked in with an old shot gun He said this belonged to your grandpa It's yours now son, so handle it with love And pa** it on Pa** it on in the name of conservation Pa** it on to another generation Pa** it on Pa** it on Pa** it on Nothing like the sound when day breaks Me and my boy in the woods on a Saturday Pa** it on