My Old Man

He was different, he was one of a kind, as far as daddies go, and not just cause he was mine

He could build anything, with his 2 calloused hands, my old man

He drove an old truck, he could've had a newer one

Floorboards full of rust, he sure loved the way it'd run

I learned to drive in it, in the pastures on our land, with my old man

One day he caught me in a lie, and with his belt, he tanned my behind

I saw the teardrops in his eyes falling down, just as hard as mine

When you're born a farmer, it's what you want your son to be

He was broken hearted when I said I'm going to Tennessee

He sold that old truck and stuck the money in my hand

My old man

When I got on that big Greyhound

With my bags full of songs, and my guitar

I remember looking down, and him yellin' son, remember who you are.

He fought a good fight, but in the end it took him down

We told him goodbye, then we prayed him in the ground

Now he's with Jesus, walking in the promise land, My old Man

I'm so proud when people say, just how much I am, like my old man