Story Behind The Song

I was driving back from Nashville to Tulsa after my son was born. And it crossed my mind that I had a choice to either be dad or be on the road all the time as a musician. I decided that music could wait because my son should have too.

Song Description

A Dad changing his ways.

Lyrics

Your Only Good Memory

V1
Well my old man
Spent his whole life
working like a sled dog
eighteen hours a day
He had bills to pay
Then one night
When I was seventeen
I came home late
And he called the cops
He didn't recognize me
Didn't know what to say

So he grabbed a couple beers and said I've made a big mistake
I think it's time I said I'm sorry, don't live your life like me

CH
There's a time for making money
Somewhere out on the road
But little boys need daddy's back at home
And it's time to make your mind up about how life oughta be
When I'm sorry, is your only good memory

V2
I went to watch my son
Playing baseball
He's plays center field
he's quite a sight to see
He batting .303
The mom next to me
on her cell phone
Doing play by play
because her husband had to work late
It was plain to see

She wishes he would take the time to see a ball game now and then
Got me thinking bout what my old man taught me way back when

CH
There's a time for making money
Somewhere out on the road
But little boys need daddy's back at home
And it's time to make your mind up about how life oughta be
When I'm sorry, is your only good memory

BR
That was the best day of my life
And I'd call dad up to tell him so
But he's sitting right here in the third row with me
We never miss a game

CH
There's a time for making money
There's a time for making love
There's a time for everything under the sun
And it's time to make your mind up about how life oughta be
When I'm sorry, is your only good memory