They don't make 'em like they used to You still breakin' in Red Wing boots While he's wearin' out DEWALT 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, I reckon that I might Look a little just like my old man did Like to wet a line and 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 greenhead 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 Guess the reason I ain't got no quit He's the gravel where I got my grit So you can call me an S.O.B. And that's alright by me 'Cause I hear it all the time, I reckon that I might Look a little just like my old man did Like to wet a line and 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 greenhead ducks, love beat-up trucks And when the Tide comes out on top, I'm just a chip off the ol' block I'm just a chip off the ol' block I hear it all the time, I reckon that I might Look a little just like my old man did I like to wet a line and 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 greenhead 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 I'm just a chip off the ol' block