Next In Line

When I was a youngster

My daddy taught me well

Said, "Son, let your right hand feed your left hand

Keep your mind open, don't let your head swell

Respect your elders

And the wisdom that they passed on

Don't you let nobody trick you

Pray to the Lord to carry on

No mistakes this time

Let me remind you, you next in line"

I paid my dues

And there's more to come

Singing the blues

Some people wonder where I'm coming from

Traveled the back roads

Big cities and overseas

I was learning the ropes, y'all

And the moves to make

No mistake this time

He said, "Son, let me remind you

You next in line"

Well

Ooh, yeah

Hey

I gotta say it again, y'all

Let me say it again

I paid my dues

And there's more to come

Well, when I was a young man singin' the blues

People wonder where I was coming from

Traveled the back roads

Big cities and overseas

I was learning the ropes

And I was learning the moves to make

No mistakes, no mistakes this time

Y'all, people, I'm next in line

Well, I'm next in line

No mistakes, I'm next in line

Next in line

Let me remind you, next in line

Oh, no mistakes, next in line

No mistakes this time

Next in line

I'm next in line

Move out of the way, I'm next in line

No mistakes this time

I'm gonna move on

I'm next in line

I'm next in line, yeah

Next in line

Get out of my way

Move on 'cause y'all, I'm next in line

Mmm, yeah

You know, my daddy taught me well, y'all

He said "Son, you know, you're next in line"

Let me say, "Son, you're next in line"

You're next in line