Bloodline - Tyminski

Good southern singing was my upbringing, it was all my daddy did.

Bar to bar old guitar, second hand smoke what a way to live.

He would close his eyes, when he would harmonize,

And he would sing it son (sing it son).

Just spending that time, around him I learned to play it some.

Banging on a hand me down six string,

Out on the porch tambourine back-beat praisin' the Lord

Takes you back in time

It’s a ghost in the radio AM dial

Lonesome Road blues haven’t heard in a while

It’s a sweet sound, feelin state of mind

It’s in your bloodline

It’s in your bloodline

There’s a time for work and a time

for play until play becomes your work

So you sacrifice and roll the dice and hope that you get heard

From a couple of faces to headline stages and everything in between

The pay goes up and the pay goes down down but I just keep

Banging on a hand me down six string,

Out on the porch tambourine back-beat praisin' the Lord

Takes you back in time

It’s a ghost in the radio AM dial

Lonesome Road blues haven’t heard in a while

It’s a sweet sound, feelin state of mind

It’s in your bloodline

It’s in your bloodline

Can’t run from it, can’t put it down

Can’t give it up, can’t fight the sound

Banging on a hand me down six string,

Out on the porch tambourine back-beat praisin' the Lord

Takes you back in time

It’s a ghost in the radio AM dial

Lonesome Road blues haven’t heard in a while

It’s a sweet sound, feelin state of mind

It’s in your bloodline

It’s in your bloodline