He was a giant
and i was just a kid
i was always trying
to do every thing he did
i can still remember every leason he taught me
growing up i want to be like my old man
he was a lion
we were our fathers pride
but i was defient
when he made me walk the line
he knew how to lift me up
and when to let me fall
looking back
he always had a plan
my old man
my old man
fell the callous on his hands
and dusty overals
my old man
now i finaly understand
i have a lot to learn from my old man
my old man (my old man)
i know one day we will meet again
as he is looking down
my old man (my old man)
i hope he is proud of who i am
im tring to fill the boots
of my old man

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