Looking back, when i was growing up How he'd guide me with his hand I always saw in my father's eyes What it takes to be a man He was dedicated to the family trust Swore we'd never let each other down
Born a saint, under a southern cross Wandered to the midwest skyline For forty years, he gave his life To his woman and his dreams Sure, all my memories Will all trace back to him I'm gonna miss him Now that he is gone
There's no love That could ever take the place Of me and my old man A father's son is coming home to stay To the one that understands We'd talk it out or drink all night Remembering what i am Remember my old man
