(Title: “Timmy Don’t Play”)
Verse 1
Spring of twenty-twelve on a north Alabama field
Two little girls in pigtails, swingin’ for the fence
That’s where I met that Madison County man
Roll Tide in his blood and a Braves cap sittin’ bent
We coached them girls from T-ball to travel ball glory
Red clay on our boots and fire in their eyes
He’d yell “Level swing, baby!” then look at me and grin
“Brother, we’re raisin’ lightning under these Friday night skies”
Chorus
Yeah, Timmy don’t play, no he don’t back down
Straight as Highway 31, tough as Tuscaloosa ground
Put a man twice his size flat in a roadside ditch
Tore-up shoulder, still smilin’ with that country boy grit
Lawman’s son, carryin’ on what his daddy Joe began
Bleeds crimson on Saturday, tomahawk chop for the Braves, man
Raise one high for the king of these Alabama pines
Timmy don’t play, boys—Timmy just rolls with the Tide
Verse 2
October mornings he’s ghost-quiet in a ladder stand
Deer never hear him comin’, they just hit the ground
They swear that man could drop a ten-point at a thousand yards
With a damn wrist-rocket and a grin turned upside down
Three daughters raised country-hard by a hot-headed German queen
Momma bear don’t play neither—best step light in that house
Allie’s out front-row screamin’ every Riley Green song
While Daddy’s back home proud as hell down in the Heart of Dixie south
Bridge
Scars on his shoulder, houndstooth heart twice his size
Cooler full of cold ones and Saban in his eyes
If you’re one of his people, he’ll fight the whole damn world
For his brothers, his babies, them three softball girls
Final Chorus (crowd hollerin’)
Here’s to Timmy, legend in a faded Braves cap and a Bama tee
From the softball diamond to the jailhouse, he’s as good as they come to me
Whole county sings when he rolls through
Timmy don’t play, naw—Timmy just do
So pour one slow for my brother Tim
Wherever you are tonight, big dog—Roll Tide and Amen
This one’s for you, Timmy
Hell yeah, Timmy don’t play.
BigMac19
