Текст песни My Old Man - Jonathan Cain

Looking back
When I was growing up
How he'd guide me with his hand

I always saw
In my father's eyes
What it takes to be a man

He was dedicated to the family trust
Swore we'd never let each other down

Born a saint
Under a Southern Cross
Wandered to the Midwest skyline

For forty years
He gave his life
To his woman and his dreams

Sure, all my memories will all trace back to him
I'm gonna miss him now that he is gone

There's no love
That could ever take the place
Of me and my old man

A father's son
Is coming home to stay
To the one that understands

We'd talk it out
Or drink all night
Remember what I am

Remember my old man
Whoa-oa-oa-oa
My old man
Whoa-oa-oa, whoa-oa-oa-oa