My Ol' 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 two calloused hands
My ol' 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 ol' 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 brokenhearted when I said I'm going to Tennessee
He sold that old truck and stuck the money in my hand
My ol' man
When I got on that big Greyhound
With my bags full of songs and my guitar
I remember looking down and him yelling
"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 ol' man
I'm so proud when people say just how much I am
Like my ol' man