Not in My House

I’m a son of the south
Who heard that word too much growing up
Something down in my soul knew
That was a stove you shouldn’t touch
All that hate, all that shame, all that anger, all that pain
Redneck racist, hip hop rapper
Or some kid using it just for laughter

Not in my house, not from my mouth
I’m gonna sing for the souls who get kicked around
Words aren’t a weapon just to cut you down
Not In my house

There’s a guy on the street with a sign that says
“God hates fags” and that’s so wrong
And it crushes my soul to see evil burn so strong
Stones and sticks, politics
The devil holds your coat while you get in your licks
Why do we think so small when God’s so big

Not in my house, not from my mouth
I’m gonna sing for the souls that get kicked around
Words shouldn’t be a weapon just to cut you down
Not In my house

Tonight I own this stage
And me and this six string machine
Are gonna kill some hate
‘Cause you don’t talk to my friends that way
You don’t talk to my brother that way
And you damn sure don’t talk to my daughter that way

Not in my house, not from my mouth
Not on my watch, not when I’m around
Words aren’t a weapon just to cut a woman down

Not in my house, not from my mouth
I’m gonna sing for the souls that get kicked around
Words shouldn’t ve a weapon just to cut you down
Not In my house