Letra de My old man

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.