Old Man - Zach Bryan

I’ve heard all the stories of you back in your prime

How you held all your pride in hands stained

And you’d go to work for breadcrumbs and dirt

So your kids could stand tall in their name

And you’d told me

'Son they’re things to be done when you’re older and stronger like me"

You give all you have just to be a good dad

And you’ll die a thousand times just to please

'n old man the blood that you bled

And the mouths that you fed at your door

'n old man the sweat that you pour

Proves that they don’t make em' you no more

'n old man the dinners you missed

So your daughters could eat at this table

'n old man I would give back all the things that you’ve lacked if I’s able

I’ve never seen you smile like you did out in Pineville

When the crowd screamed the words of your kid

You told me

«Boy it’s been a long hard road in this life that I’ve chose for my kin

And I wish and I pray I could go back in time so I could raise up this family

again.»

'n old man the blood that you bled

And the mouths that you fed at your door

'n old man the sweat that you pour

Proves that they don’t make em' you no more

'n old man the dinners you missed

So your daughters could eat at this table

'n old man I would give back all the things that you’ve lacked if I’s able

I’ve heard all the stories of you back in your prime

How you held all your pride in hands stained