Story Behind The Song
I went to Baton Rouge for a conference and the morning that I was leaving to head home to Houston, I thought I'd really enjoy not taking the freeways but the back roads to visit my Dad who was in poor health. This was in September, He passed away that December.
Song Length |
3:34 |
Genre |
Country - Americana, Country - Rock |
Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Endearing, Peaceful |
Subject |
Pride, Father |
Similar Artists |
Brooks & Dunn, Keith Urban |
Language |
English |
Era |
1990 - 1999 |
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Lyrics
My Old Man
Heading home from Baton Rouge
I thought I'd detour to see my dad.
I was in need of some back road time
and his health was getting really bad.
It had been quite a while since I've just stopped by
I hadn't talked to him in weeks.
It's a dark cold Sunday, nobody's waiting on me time to practice what I preach
I know I don't visit often
but I do as much as I can
Nothing makes me more full of pride
than hanging with my Old Man
From living in a tin can on some farmland
with a big rig shifter in his right hand
He drove his family and all his dreams
To Florida's beaches with bright white sand
When things didn't go quite as planned
He hauled it all back to Cajun Holy Land
Life never dealt him the upper hand
But he kept on truckin' towards The Promised Land
That's my old man
Working 100 hours weeks in those air cushioned seats
he gave us more than I can comprehend
Yet any time a friend or child would ask
He'd always have a hand to lend
We hardly knew who his parents were
They chose to not be a part of his life
But everyone knew that he was our dad
And that Mom was his wife
You wont read about him in the news
or find a book that bears his name
but there never was a doubt, which road he'd choose
'cause serving God & country was his aim
From living in a tin can on some farmland
with a big rig shifter in his right hand
He drove his family and all his dreams
To Florida's beaches with bright white sand
When things didn't turn out quite as planned
He hauled it all back to Cajun Holy Land
Life never dealt him the upper hand
But he kept on truckin' towards The Promised Land
That's my old man
That's my old man
That's my old man