My Father's Son
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My Fatherís Son

 

My old man, I donít understand

And neither does my mom

Sometimes I look at him and smile

ĎCause Iím my fatherís son.

 

Weíre getting older, he and I

And time keeps rolling on

I see myself there in his eyes

ĎCause Iím my fatherís son

 

He knows something Ďbout everything

There ainít nothing he ainít seen or done

And me, I was born with a crooked wing,

Yeah, Iím my fatherís son.

 

He spends every dime heís ever had

But boy heís had some fun

I donít know why I get so sad

I guess Iím my fatherís son.

 

And the sickness got into his blood

But heíll fight it until heís won

And me, Iím still drowning in the flood

Yeah, Iím my fatherís son.

 

He carries around a heavy load

I know it weighs a ton

I wish I could help him carry it

ĎCause Iím my fatherís son.

 

The cops came and took him a year ago

For some battle with a gun

And me, I did some time myself

Yeah, Iím my fatherís son.

 

And my old man, I donít understand

And neither does my mom

I see myself there in his eyes

Yeah, Iím my fatherís son.

 

Yeah, Iím my fatherís son.

Yeah, Iím my fatherís son.