Miller Tysen I Made That Lyrics
I Made That by Miller & Tysen
[Miner Boggs]
My kid yelled at the moon last night
Damn, that Frances is hard to please
'Said, "Moon, if you know what's good for you,
Better come on down and gimme some cheese"
Scrappy little whistleblower! Little shit
I laughed so hard I thought my gut would split
She's a minature me, wants the moon on a plate
A real go-getter when she grows up-
And I can't wait
[Miner Taylor]
My boy jumped in the truck last night
"Steer," he said, "Daddy, let me steer!"
His hands on the wheel at ten and two
Little Chet's got skill! Didn't spill my beer
Left-footed screwup in the driver's seat
Kept it straight, oh, a good five feet
He's a chip off the block and he's only eight
A Casanova when he grows up- and I can't wait
[All]
Can't help thinking,
Can't help thinking,
A nut don't fall too far from the tree
It's like looking in a mirror,
That little crew-cut is little old me
Can't help thinking,
Can't help thinking
When my boy is a bad bat
I-I-I-I-I, I made that.
[Miner Twitchell]
Goddamned boys made me late again
Snuck right into our feather bed
Like a scene from the Saturday Evening Post
Got a Rockwell painting etched in my head
Jake and Pete snoring in seconds flat- how's a man leave a scene like that?
Foreman's on my ass 'cause of course I'm late
I betcha tomorrow, they'll try it again- and I can't wait
[All]
Can't help thinking,
Can't help thinking,
A nut don't fall too far from the tree
It's like looking in a mirror,
That little crew-cut is little old me
Can't help thinking,
Can't help thinking
When I'm sick of where I'm at
I-I-I-I-I, I made that
I made that
I made that.
My kid yelled at the moon last night
Damn, that Frances is hard to please
'Said, "Moon, if you know what's good for you,
Better come on down and gimme some cheese"
Scrappy little whistleblower! Little shit
I laughed so hard I thought my gut would split
She's a minature me, wants the moon on a plate
A real go-getter when she grows up-
And I can't wait
[Miner Taylor]
My boy jumped in the truck last night
"Steer," he said, "Daddy, let me steer!"
His hands on the wheel at ten and two
Little Chet's got skill! Didn't spill my beer
Left-footed screwup in the driver's seat
Kept it straight, oh, a good five feet
He's a chip off the block and he's only eight
A Casanova when he grows up- and I can't wait
[All]
Can't help thinking,
Can't help thinking,
A nut don't fall too far from the tree
It's like looking in a mirror,
That little crew-cut is little old me
Can't help thinking,
Can't help thinking
When my boy is a bad bat
I-I-I-I-I, I made that.
[Miner Twitchell]
Goddamned boys made me late again
Snuck right into our feather bed
Like a scene from the Saturday Evening Post
Got a Rockwell painting etched in my head
Jake and Pete snoring in seconds flat- how's a man leave a scene like that?
Foreman's on my ass 'cause of course I'm late
I betcha tomorrow, they'll try it again- and I can't wait
[All]
Can't help thinking,
Can't help thinking,
A nut don't fall too far from the tree
It's like looking in a mirror,
That little crew-cut is little old me
Can't help thinking,
Can't help thinking
When I'm sick of where I'm at
I-I-I-I-I, I made that
I made that
I made that.