Letra de Brad's Song

He's a sitting man
People fear his words
Like they used to fear his hand
Don't get on his bad side
That bull-nosed whiskey drinking man
Got a tongue just like a knife
His head was full of dreams
But he don't forget his hometown
As easy as it seems
You can call us mislead youth
He'd be the voice of reason
The resounding voice of truth
But don't get on his bad side
That bull-nosed whiskey drinking man
Got a tongue just like a knife
Once again he'd stand
Skim across the water
Just a tiny bag of sand
He'd take a trip on back down
With a white cloud below us
He'd head on back to Redgate road
Don't get on his bad side
That bull-nosed whiskey drinking man
Got a tongue just like a knife
Don't get on his bad side