My Old Man

Story Behind The Song

I went to Baton Rouge for a conference and the morning that I was leaving to head home to Houston, I thought I'd really enjoy not taking the freeways but the back roads to visit my Dad who was in poor health. This was in September, He passed away that December.

Song Length 3:34 Genre Country - Americana, Country - Rock
Tempo Medium Fast (131 - 150) Lead Vocal Male Vocal
Mood Endearing, Peaceful Subject Pride, Father
Similar Artists Brooks & Dunn, Keith Urban Language English
Era 1990 - 1999

Lyrics

My Old Man

Heading home from Baton Rouge
I thought I'd detour to see my dad.
I was in need of some back road time
and his health was getting really bad.

It had been quite a while since I've just stopped by
I hadn't talked to him in weeks.
It's a dark cold Sunday, nobody's waiting on me time to practice what I preach

I know I don't visit often
but I do as much as I can
Nothing makes me more full of pride
than hanging with my Old Man

From living in a tin can on some farmland
with a big rig shifter in his right hand
He drove his family and all his dreams
To Florida's beaches with bright white sand

When things didn't go quite as planned
He hauled it all back to Cajun Holy Land
Life never dealt him the upper hand
But he kept on truckin' towards The Promised Land

That's my old man

Working 100 hours weeks in those air cushioned seats
he gave us more than I can comprehend
Yet any time a friend or child would ask
He'd always have a hand to lend

We hardly knew who his parents were
They chose to not be a part of his life
But everyone knew that he was our dad
And that Mom was his wife

You wont read about him in the news
or find a book that bears his name
but there never was a doubt, which road he'd choose
'cause serving God & country was his aim

From living in a tin can on some farmland
with a big rig shifter in his right hand
He drove his family and all his dreams
To Florida's beaches with bright white sand

When things didn't turn out quite as planned
He hauled it all back to Cajun Holy Land
Life never dealt him the upper hand
But he kept on truckin' towards The Promised Land

That's my old man
That's my old man
That's my old man

Lyrics Thomas Kibodeaux Music Thomas Kibodeaux
Producer Thomas Kibodeaux Publisher 3rdTom
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