Old Man

I've heard all the stories of you back in your prime How you held all your pride in hands stained And you'd go to work for breadcrumbs and dirt So your kids could stand tall in their name And you'd told me, "Son, there are things to be done When you're older and stronger like me" You give all you have just to be a good dad And you'll die a thousand times just to please An old man, the blood that you bled And the mouths that you fed at your door An old man, the sweat that you pour Proves that they don't make 'em like you no more An old man, the dinners you missed So your daughters could eat at this table An old man, I would give back All the things that you've lacked if I was able I've never seen you smile like you did out in Pineville When the crowd screamed the words of your kid And you told me, "Boy, it's been a long hard road In this life that I've chose for my kin And I wish and I pray I could go back in time So I could raise up this family again" Old man, the blood that you bled And the mouths that you fed at your door Old man, the sweat that you pour Proves that they don't make 'em like you no more An old man, the dinners you've missed So your daughters could eat at this table Old man, I would give back All the things that you've lacked if I was able I've heard all the stories of you back in your prime How you held all your pride in hands stained