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My old man had some stories
He told them all the time
He was a wild bastard in a former life
And it carried into mine
It broke my heart what he said to me
In a call in the middle of the night
Said, I
hope
you
know
Im proud of you son
And by the way, Im
running
out
of
time
It was my birthday when I got the news
A greyhound ticket and some orphan blues
Got my girl to feed the dog so I could go back home
The place was still a mess just like the day I left
Only difference being him not around now to leave it alone
There was a half cup of coffee and some hot rod magazines
That shitty little radio on oldies 93
I put on a suit and combed my hair
Bought a bottle of whiskey and made my way there
To pay my respects to that sweet old bastard of mine
Saw some busted rope on an apple tree
Just a vague idea of what it used to be
Blowing free in the cemetery breeze
I held my distance from the sad eyed crowd
And the box that just carried somebody now
While my old man's ghost was having a drink somewhere
My mama blew town when I was 3
And he did his best to stick around for me
I hope he knows I love him for that
Giving up that wild life for me