My Dad’s Last Name

They say I’m my father’s son — damn right I am

Same fire in the blood, same calloused hands

He taught me how to fight, how to stand real tall

How to take a punch and still outwork ’em all

He ain’t no saint, but he raised me right

Taught me to speak truth, even in a bar fight

They whisper ‘bout him, say the name like sin

But that last name’s mine — I wear it like skin

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I carry my dad’s last name like a shotgun shell

Got dirt on my boots and a story to tell

A badge of pride or a target, don’t matter to me

It’s the name on my grave, it’s my legacy

You can judge all you want, try to run it through shame

But I ain’t afraid of my dad’s last name

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That name’s been carved in backwoods bars

In truck stop stalls and busted guitars

It’s been hollered in courtrooms, scrawled on a wall

But I ain’t ashamed, I’ve heard it all

It’s the name that fed us when times were lean

That stood tall through every damn scene

I ain’t out to be perfect, just to honor the man

Who gave me his grit and this calloused hand

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I carry my dad’s last name like a shotgun shell

Got dirt on my boots and a story to tell

A badge of pride or a target, don’t matter to me

It’s the name on my grave, it’s my legacy

You can judge all you want, try to run it through shame

But I ain’t afraid of my dad’s last name

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Ain’t no bloodline built in gold —

We came from rust, from stories told

From trailer parks and busted phones

From “make it work” to “stand your own”

A name ain’t just some ink on page

It’s scars and fights and earned-out rage

It’s hugs and hate and nights we prayed

And still came back the next damn day

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I carry my dad’s last name like a war cry loud

It’s the echo in me when I stand proud

A badge of pride or a target, don’t matter to me

It’s the name on my soul, it’s my legacy

Yeah say what you want, bring your guilt or blame

I was born to carry — my dad’s last name