My Ol' Man - Joey+Rory

He was different, he was one of a kind

As far as daddies went and not just 'cause he was mine

He could build anything with his two calloused hands

My ol' man

He drove an old truck, he could’ve had a newer one

Floorboards full of rust but he sure loved the way it’d run

I learned to drive in it in the pastures on our land

With my ol' man

One day he caught me in a lie

And with his belt, he tanned my behind

And 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 brokenhearted when I said I’m going to Tennessee

But he sold that old truck and stuck the money in my hand

My ol' man

When I got on that big Greyhound

With my bags full of songs and my guitar

I remember looking down and him yelling

«Son, remember who you are»

He fought a good fight but in the end it took him down

We told him goodbye and then we prayed him in the ground

Now he’s with Jesus, walking in the promised land

My ol' man

And I’m so proud when people say

Just how much I am like my ol' man