MY OLD MAN
As recorded by David Mallett on “For a Lifetime” (1988)

1. My old man was not a mover nor a shaker, just a dreamer; I'm a lot like him.
He used to talk a lot about the old days, mister, when the times was tough and the money was thin.
He used go fishin’ 'bout once a year, laugh himself silly on a couple o’ beers,
Tell an old story to a willin’ ear, and then he'd turn right around and tell it again.

CHORUS: My old man, talkin' 'bout my old man,
He was there at the start with a willin’ heart.
He was there when the world began.
My old man, my old man,
I'm just sittin' here thinkin’ 'bout my old man.

2. My old man was a "Daddy" till I got too cool to call him that anymore.
He took my mama to the grange hall dance and waltzed her across the floor.
He took us to town on a Friday night, used to chew tobacco when he got uptight,
Just a-sittin' and a-spittin' at the fadin’ light in the car in front of the grocery store. CHORUS

3. Well, my old man was a draggin'-in-the-pants man when got home from the mill.
Between the chores and the weeds, the kids to feed, you know, he never had a minute to kill.
But he always had a twinkle in his old gray eyes, felt a lot better when he worked outside,
Worked right up till the day he died, and I'll bet the Lord's got him workin' still. CHORUS TWICE