My Old Man

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[Verse 1]
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I got a picture of him bare foot
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 in the mud,
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Behind his grandpa's plow and 
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two gray mules,
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When he turned ten years old in 
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May fifty three,
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He grew up fearin  God in 
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Washburn, Tennesee,

[Bridge]
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The closest thing that he had to a
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 dad was his uncle Bob,
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And he could only dream of things
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 like little league baseball,
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That little boy with big blue eyes
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 and callused hands,
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mm became My Old Man,

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[Verse 2]
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She was a Kentucky girl born on 
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Valentine's day,
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A fourth child of five to my 
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grandma Uma May,
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So shy and beautiful with sunset 
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hair and emerald eyes,
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Daddy spent his life workin in 
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the coal mines,

[Bridge]
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And in my eyes, all of my life, 
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my dad's been a saint,
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But even saints need angels to 
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show them the way,
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And over thirty-seven years ago he
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 asked for Margaret Lynn's hand,
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And that angel married My Old Man,


[Bridge]
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There were times I tried to buck 
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the truthful things they said,
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Now I'm glad that more than once 
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they rattled my stubborn head,
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       A     C#m   F#m - E---walk 
down
Cause my folks are just like 
mountains I look at from afar,
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But now the closer I get to them 
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the bigger they are,

[Verse]
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Time seens to fly anymore and the
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 holidays are so far apart,
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There's no way a phone call could 
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express what's in my heart,
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So this is just a song to say How 
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thankful I am,
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For momma and My Old Man, for 
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momma  and dad,