The Man He Was

He always walked like he was in the country

His southern drawl was as sweet as honey

He hated biscuits in a rolled up can

That's the way he was, my old man

He always loved my mama's cookin'

He'd pat her butt and say 'hey good lookin'"

Now he's the reason i'm the way i am

I remind myself of my old man

He could drink like a fish, smoke like a fein

Never got drunk and never got mean

Strong as an ox, work like a dog

Hard as a rock and sweat like a log

The only man my mama ever loved

Hey that's my dad and that's the way he was

You never spoke back to my father

He never raised his voice or had to holler

He's tell us one time and we'd understand

That's the way he was, my old man

He loved his family and he helped his church

He hardly ever miss a day of work

God and country and two callused hands

That's the way he was, my old man

He could drink like a fish, smoke like a fein

Never got drunk and never got mean

Strong as an ox, work like a dog