Lyrics

(Intro – spoken over guitar riff)
Yeah, this one’s for the ones raised right —
With a wrench in one hand and a fishin' pole in the other.
San Leandro to Lake Chabot. Me and my old man... we built it from scratch.


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(Verse 1 – talk-rapped)
Back in San Leandro, where the houses sit close,
And Saturday mornings smelled like bacon and toast.
Dad’s outside with the hood popped high,
Cussin’ at that engine but still gonna try.

He said, “Hand me that socket,” and I did it quick,
Learned to pull a plug before I could spell dipstick.
And on Sundays we’d load up the rods in the truck,
Hit Lake Chabot just tryin’ our luck.


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(Hook – sung like Colt Ford chorus)
We were castin’ lines, changin’ tires,
Learnin’ life by sweat and pliers.
No silver spoon, just grease and grit,
Little bit of cussin’ and a whole lotta spit.

And I wouldn’t trade that life for gold,
Learned from a man who never lost his soul.
Yeah, he built me up with love and muscle —
Grew from tools and tackle, heart and hustle.


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(Verse 2 – talk-rapped)
He taught me how to stand when life gets rough,
Said, “You don’t quit, boy, you just get tough.”
I remember that Chevy sittin’ dead out back,
Took us all summer just to get on track.

I was turnin’ wrenches, he was teachin’ pride,
Sweat runnin’ down as the day passed by.
Then we'd hit the lake when the sun got low,
Swappin' stories, tossin' lines real slow.


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(Bridge – slower, melodic)
No fancy house, no country estate,
Just lessons in the yard that made me great.
From a hard day’s work to a quiet fishin’ night,
He showed me wrong from right.


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(Hook – repeat with backing harmonies)
We were castin’ lines, changin’ tires,
Learnin’ life by sweat and pliers.
No silver spoon, just grease and grit,
Little bit of cussin’ and a whole lotta spit.

And I wouldn’t trade that life for gold,
Learned from a man who never lost his soul.
Yeah, he built me up with love and muscle —
Grew from tools and tackle, heart and hustle.


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(Outro – spoken, fade out)
So if you see me with a wrench or a reel in my hand…
Just know I got it honest.
San Leandro raised, Lake Chabot trained.
My dad… he made a man outta me.