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Family Man Lyrics


Woah jocko, don't expect me
To come out drinking, messin' around
Spending my time
With a bunch of crazy people
Yes, I been there before
I don't need to go back no more
I'm just a family man
Like it or not
I am a family man
I'm a-holding onto what I've got
I'm a family man
Right by damn
Finally, find out what I am
Is a family man
And don't expect me
To hit the road
At a moment's notice
Without my suitcase

With some crazy bunch of strangers
In some unknown car
I'm just not willing to go that far
The life I used to lead was a little too frantic
I guess I just got eyes to grow old and grey
And if what I have in mind isn't super romantic
I guess I always saw myself this way
I'm just a family man
Like it or not
Said I'm a family man
Holding onto what I've got
I'm a family man
Right by damn
I, finally, find out what I am
Is a family man
Sears and roebuck
Howard johnson
Colonel sanders
Station wagon
Briggs and stratton
Second mortgage
If I can ever lose my blues
Walk on over and turn on the tv
What I'd like to do is lie down on the sofa
Later on
I might walk my dog, baby
Bo diddley's a family man

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Holy Sons are but one, a son of the deep South. A true lo-fi dogmatist, Emil Amos self-professedly subscribes to the "therapy through 4-tracking" credo; he is an artist driven to create regardless of the marketability of the outcome. And create he does, prolifically. His output is near-constant between Holy Sons, where he writes every word and plays every instrument, and über-post-rockers Grails, where he contributes his talents as multi-instrumentalist as well as primary drummer, a position akin to the driver of the bus in this case.

Read more about Holy Sons on Last.fm.


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