He was different, he was one of a kindAs far as daddies went and not just 'cause he was mineHe could build anything with his two calloused handsMy ol' man He drove an old truck, he could've had a newer oneFloorboards full of rust but he sure loved the way it'd runI learned to drive in it in the pastures on our landWith my ol' man One day he caught me in a lieAnd with his belt, he tanned my behindAnd I saw the teardrops in his eyesFalling down just as hard as mine When you're born a farmer, it's what you want your son to beHe was brokenhearted when I said I'm going to TennesseeBut he sold that old truck and stuck the money in my handMy ol' man When I got on that big GreyhoundWith my bags full of songs and my guitarI remember looking down and him yelling"Son, remember who you are" He fought a good fight but in the end it took him downWe told him goodbye and then we prayed him in the groundNow he's with Jesus, walking in the promised landMy ol' man And I'm so proud when people sayJust how much I am like my ol' man
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