More songs by Riley Green
Description
Producer: Dann Huff
Executive Producer: Scott Borchetta
Executive Producer: Jimmy Harnen
Recording Engineer: Steve Marcantonio
Recording Second Engineer: Joey Stanca
Programmer, Mixing Engineer: Justin Niebank
Additional Mixing Engineer: Drew Bollman
Digital Editing Engineer: David Huff
Digital Editing Engineer: Chris Small
Mastering Engineer: Adam Ayan
Production Coordinator: Mike Griffith
Composer Lyricist, Vocalist: Riley Green
Background Vocalist: Katlin Owen
Composer Lyricist: Erik Dylan
Composer Lyricist: Jonathan Singleton
Lyrics and translation
Original
They don't make 'em like they used to
He's 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
Bud's Light when the sun gets hot
I shoot green-head 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
Bud's Light when the sun gets hot
I shoot green-head 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
Bud's Light when the sun gets hot
I shoot green-head 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
English translation
They don't make 'em like they used to
He's 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
Bud's Light when the sun gets hot
I shoot green-head 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
Bud's Light when the sun gets hot
I shoot green-head 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
Bud's Light when the sun gets hot
I shoot green-head 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