Текст песни Rodney Atkins - My Old Man
Rodney Atkins - My Old Man слова песни
I got a picture of him, barefoot in the mud.Behind his grandpa`s plow an` two great mules.When he turned ten years old, on May 8, `53.He grew up fearin` God in Washburn, Tennessee.The closest thing he had to a Dad was his Uncle Bob.An` he could only dream of things like little league baseball.An` that little boy, with big blue eyes and calloused hands,Huh, became my old man.Well she was a Kentucky girl, born on Valentine`s Day.The fourth child of five to my Grandma, Eula May.So shy and beautiful with sunset hair and emerald eyes.Her Daddy spent his life workin` in the coal mines.Now in my eyes, all my life, my Daddy`s been a Saint.But even Saints need Angels to show them the way.And over thirty-seven years ago, he asked for Margaret Lynn`s hand.And that Angel married my old man.And there were times I tried to buck, the truthful things they said.But now I`m glad that, more than once, they rattled my stubborn head.`Cause my folks are just like mountains, I looked at from afar.But now the closer I get to them, the bigger they are.The time seems to fly anymore, and the holidays are so far apart.There`s no way a `phone call could express what`s in my heart.So this is just a song to say how greatful I am.For Mamma and my old man.For Mamma and Dad.