Lyrics:

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 2 calloused hands, my old 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 old 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 broken hearted when I said I�m going to Tennessee



He sold that old truck and stuck the money in my hand



My old man







When I got on that big Greyhound



With my bags full of songs, and my guitar



I remember looking down, and him yellin� 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 old Man







I�m so proud when people say, just how much I am, like my old man