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Rodney Atkins - My Old Man lyrics
I've got a picture of him barefoot in the mud behind his grandpa's plow and two gray mules when he turned ten years old in May of 1953 And he grew up fearing God in Washburn Tennessee The closest thing he had to a dad was his Uncle Bob And he could only dream of things like little league baseball And that little boy with big blue eyes and calloused hands became my old man She was a Kentucky girl born on Valentine's Day The fourth child of five to my grandma Eula May So shy and beautiful with sunset hair and emerald eyes her daddy spent his life working in the coal mines Now in my eyes all my life my dad has been a saint But even saints need angels to show them the way Over 37 years ago he asked for Margaret Lynn's hand And that angel married my old man There were times I tried to buck the truthful things they said And now I'm glad that more than once they rattled my stubborn head My folks are just like mountains I looked at from afar But now the closer I get to them the bigger they are Time seems to fly anymore and the holidays are so far apart There's no way a phone call could express what's in my heart So this is just a song to say how thankful I am For mama and my old man For mama and my old man |
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