Sun sinking low, water running slow, Barefoot in the mud where the tall grass grows. Daddy’s got a cane pole, sittin’ on a stone, Tippin’ his hat as he throws that line alone. He says, “Son, this world ain’t always kind, But there’s a few good things you oughta keep in mind…” Don’t get too big for your britches, stay humble and stay wise. You catch more flies with honey, so be kind when you advise. Do what you say and say what you mean, a man’s word should always stand. And don’t burn daylight sittin’ around, go work with your own two hands. We skipped some stones, watched the ripples roll, He lit up a smoke and let the memories flow. Said, “I’ve made mistakes, but I’ve learned some too, And I just hope these words stick with you.” He said, “Life ain’t fair, but that don’t mean, You can’t walk through this world with a heart that’s clean.” Don’t get too big for your britches, stay humble and stay wise. You catch more flies with honey, so be kind when you advise. Do what you say and say what you mean, a man’s word should always stand. And don’t burn daylight sittin’ around, go work with your own two hands. Now I’m sittin’ here with my own little boy, Watchin’ the sun set, talkin’ ‘bout joy. I hear Daddy’s voice in the warm summer breeze, His words still echo through the cypress trees… Don’t get too big for your britches, stay humble and stay wise. You catch more flies with honey, so be kind when you advise. Do what you say and say what you mean, a man’s word should always stand. And don’t burn daylight sittin’ around, go work with your own two hands. Yeah, down by the creek where the water runs slow, Daddy’s old lessons still help me grow.
