You Got That Right

“You Got That Right is just my own musings about myself. A sort of northern prose, celebrating my individuality. By me for me, firstly, but also for anyone else that can relate.” -Jake Stilson

You Got That Right - Lyrics

Been livin on hand me downs

Re-brewin’ old coffee grounds

Line dancin’ in a zig-zag

With the savvy of an old fag

I can make a mean cornbread

Got the recipe in my head

Came from an old farmer

Name of Fanny, she’s a charmer

Woah you got that right

Woah you got that right

Been playin’ that waiting game

Slow car on the fast train

Think I just might derail

Jump on a ship and set sail

Tried to step up to the plate

Don’t ya know I swung too late

Tried to light a hot fire

But only had a pile of wet tires

Woah you got that right

Whoa you got that right

Well, it don’t matter if you do or you don’t

You can or you can’t or you will or you won’t

I’m gonna do my thing until I die

I’m gonna do my thing until I die

Woah you got that right

Whoa you got that right

Well, it don’t matter if you do or you don’t

You can or you can’t or you will or you won’t

I’m gonna do my thing until I die

I’m gonna do my thing until I die