Jordan Fletcher - Death and Taxes

Seven years young
Daddy said son
if you’re gonna be dumb
you b etter be tough
don’t ever start one
throw the last punch
and hit them hard enough so they don't get up
early to bed
early to rise
makes a man healthy wealthy and wise
I shake my head
and I roll my eyes
and he starts talking about 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
Life ain’t fair and it’s never gonna be
Chicks dig 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 momma 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 sleeping in his bed
Praying prayers I never thought I’d pray about
Saying things I never thought I’d say aloud
Man if my old man could see me now
He’d shake his head and laugh
Because 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
Life ain’t fair and it’s never gonna be
Chicks dig 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 momma and me

Death and taxes
And Your momma and me

Crazy how I’m talking 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
Life ain’t fair and it’s never gonna be
Chicks dig 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 momma and me

Death and taxes
And Your momma and me

Death and taxes
And Your momma and me
Momma and me

Written by:
CHRIS LACORTE, JORDAN FLETCHER, RANDY ENNIS SCHLAPPI

Publisher:
Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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