He Was Different, He was one of a kind
As far as daddy's went, Not just cause he was mine
He could build anything, with his two calloused hands
My old man
He drove an old truck, he could've had a newer one
floorboards full of rust, but he sure loved the way it run'd
I learned to drive it in the pastures on our land
with my old man
One day he caught me in a lie 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 brokenhearted when I said I'm going to Tennessee
But who sold that old truck and stuck the money in my hand
My old Man
When I got on that big greyhound with my bag of songs and guitar
I remember looking down, him yelling son remember who you are
He fought a good fight, in the end it took him down
we told him goodbye and we prayed him in the ground
Now he's with Jesus, walking in the promise land
My old man
I'm so proud to say when people say just how I am like
My...Old...Man
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