My Father’s Son

My old man, I don’t understand

And neither does my mom

Sometimes I look at him and smile

‘Cause I’m my father’s son.

We’re getting older, he and I

And time keeps rolling on

I see myself there in his eyes

‘Cause I’m my father’s son

He knows something ‘bout everything

There ain’t nothing he ain’t seen or done

And me, I was born with a crooked wing,

Yeah, I’m my father’s son.

He spends every dime he’s ever had

But boy he’s had some fun

I don’t know why I get so sad

I guess I’m my father’s son.

And the sickness got into his blood

But he’ll fight it until he’s won

And me, I’m still drowning in the flood

Yeah, I’m my father’s son.

He carries around a heavy load

I know it weighs a ton

I wish I could help him carry it

‘Cause I’m my father’s son.

The cops came and took him a year ago

For some battle with a gun

And me, I did some time myself

Yeah, I’m my father’s son.

And my old man, I don’t understand

And neither does my mom

I see myself there in his eyes

Yeah, I’m my father’s son.

Yeah, I’m my father’s son.

Yeah, I’m my father’s son.