Lyrics

[verse]
My grandpa earned his wisdom
By every callus in his hand. 
With just a 6th grade education
He was still a clever man. 
He lost friends in World War II
& my grandma in '83. 
I'd climb on his lap
& then he say to me. 

[Chorus]
There's not much 
that you can count on
in this crazy world below.
Life is like the blowing wind.
No one knows just where it goes.
Something's are uncertain,
but here's a few that I'm sure of;
Death, kudzu & taxes
& the love of God above.  

[verse]
He said Old death will come a calling,
But you just look him in the eye
& say Hey! Don’t get it twisted.
The Lord is the True Vine.
He said Don’t trust the revenuers
& when push comes down to shove.
Count on death kudzu & taxes
& the love of God above.

[Chorus]
There's not much 
that you can count on
in this crazy world below.
Life is like the blowing wind.
No one knows where it goes.
Something's are uncertain,
but here's a few that I'm sure of;
Death, kudzu & taxes
& the love of God above.  

[outro]
[ritard decrescendo]
Something's are uncertain,
but here's a few you that I’m sure of;
[crescendo]
Death, kudzu & taxes
& the love of God above.