| He was different, he was one of a kind
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| As far as daddies went and not just 'cause he was mine
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| He could build anything with his two calloused hands
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| My ol' man
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| He drove an old truck, he could’ve had a newer one
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| Floorboards full of rust but he sure loved the way it’d run
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| I learned to drive in it in the pastures on our land
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| With my ol' man
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| One day he caught me in a lie
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| And with his belt, he tanned my behind
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| And I saw the teardrops in his eyes
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| Falling down just as hard as mine
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| When you’re born a farmer, it’s what you want your son to be
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| He was brokenhearted when I said I’m going to Tennessee
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| But he sold that old truck and stuck the money in my hand
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| My ol' man
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| When I got on that big Greyhound
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| With my bags full of songs and my guitar
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| I remember looking down and him yelling
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| «Son, remember who you are»
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| He fought a good fight but in the end it took him down
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| We told him goodbye and then we prayed him in the ground
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| Now he’s with Jesus, walking in the promised land
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| My ol' man
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| And I’m so proud when people say
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| Just how much I am like my ol' man |