Daddy's Shotgun Video (MV)

Silent man, I'm a talker
Listens when I go longer
Than I probably should to say the least

And to his right, dressed in black
A leather throne that traveled fast
Down weathered roads and highways in between

I can't help but go back to
Sitting next to the man whose
Leather jacket, his tattoos, and rifles and his motorcycle's sure sweet
But not everyone's seen Daddy's shotgun seat

Well he let's me pick the music playin'
Sings a bit when I make him
Always hits the high notes way off key

My right-hand man, to my left
A true-blue, borderline redneck
With two hands on a Chevy '83

I can't help but go back to
Sitting next to the man whose
Leather jacket, his tattoos, and rifles and his motorcycle's sure sweet
But not everyone's seen Daddy's shotgun seat

Saw the world from those four wheels
Through that gold, sun-stained windshield
And if he's steering, I'm alright
As long as I'm by his side
And now anytime I drive...

I can't help but go back to
Sitting next to the man whose
Leather jacket, his tattoos, and rifles and his motorcycle's sure sweet
But not everyone's seen Daddy's shotgun seat