Well, it might be a little piece of acreage tucked back in the trees
Might be a song so sacred that it brought you to your knees
Might be a story 'bout guts and glory that grand dad used to tell
Whatever you got worth keepin', don't ya keep it all to yourself
Pass it on down, show 'em how it's done
It's a yes ma'am, no ma'am, it's an attaboy, son
It's a go on now, girl, you can do it
I'll be right here to help you through it
And it's funny how the gifts we've been given
Always come right back around
When you pass 'em on down, down
Now you don't have to be a professor
Or a fired up preacher man
It's okay, you can show 'em every day
In little ways anybody can understand
Show 'em hard work, help 'em through the hurt
And teach 'em what keeps you sane
Remember my friend, in the end
We're all just another link in the chain
Gotta pass it on down, show 'em how it's done
It's a yes ma'am, no ma'am, it's an attaboy, son
It's a go on now, girl, you can do it
I'll be right here to help you through it
And it's funny how the gifts we've been given
Always come right back around
When you pass 'em on down, down
If we ever lose a thing like freedom
It may never come back again
Won't you tell those stories to the children
Someday it'll be up to them
Gotta pass it on down, show 'em how it's done
It's a hey, try it this way, it's an attaboy, son
It's a go on now, girl, you can do it
I'll be right here to help you through it
And it's funny how the gifts we've been given
Always come right back around
When you pass 'em on down, down