My Ol' Man

He was different, he was one of a kind As far as daddies went 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 but 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 And 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 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 and then we prayed him in the ground Now he's with Jesus, walking in the promised land My ol' man And I'm so proud when people say Just how much I am like my ol' man