Old Man In Me

(albüm: Southern Soul - 2013)

Well these old work boots, they've become my Sunday shoes
And these old calloused hands, I've grown accustomed to
I can't hardly fight the way I'm turning out to be
Yeah, I'm seeing my old man in me

This old cur dog has become my best friend
Yesterday we hit the woods and tomorrow we'll do it again
There's something bout an old creek bottom that makes me feel free
Yeah, I'm seeing my old man in me

And I can't hide what I relive, even though it took a while for me to come around
Cause I was restless and I was running, trying to be all I could never be
But now that I'm older and I'm living slower I'm seeing my old man in me

I can't go nowhere without bringing my pocket knife
I probably won't use it, I'm just used to it in my front pocket, left side
I spend my spare time wetting a line or either perched up in a tree
Yeah, I'm seeing my old man in me

And I can't hide what I relive, even though it took a while for me to come around
Cause I was restless and I was running, trying to be all I could never be
But now that I'm older and I'm living slower I'm seeing my old man in me

I start every morning with my coffee black
I sit and watch the sun go down with an ice cold twelve pack
I turn on the radio and let Sr. sing to me
Yeah, I guess it's my old man in me
Yeah, I'm seeing my old man in me