The Son of My Old Man

I don’t see how it’s right
I don’t see how I can
I’ve wrestled it all night
I’m just a humble man

I can’t stand funerals
And wakes are even worse
They want me to speak
A Eulogy of sorts

As I straighten out my tie
And gaze at my reflection
Unsure its he or I
Looking my direction

1st chorus
Sure he drank too much.  So do I!
Cursed an awful lot.  So do I!
Give the shirt off his back.  I’d do the same
Liked a night out on the town.  Can’t be blamed
Used to flirt with all the girls.  Just like me
Laid his claim on this world, as far as I could see
Uncommonly gifted at fatherly love. Guess he was my biggest fan
Jeez I’m just like him! The son of my old man!

They say I sound like him
And even have his gait
My aunts still pinch my cheeks
It’s a family trait

To all his friends at work
He bragged a lot bout me
Called me best he’d ever done
For all the world to see

He said this is my boy
Don’t he look like me?
Spiting image of
The man that he will be

2nd Chorus
Sure he drank too much.  So do I!
Cursed an awful lot.  So do I!
Always lived by the good book, I’m the same
Led with his fists & his heart, I do the same
Uncommonly gifted at fatherly love
Took his guidance from God above
But he’d never pass the buck, that’s why I was his biggest fan
Jeez I’m just like him!  The son of my old man

BRIDGE
This funeral aint so bad
Glad we honored his name
Letting all his friends
See what I became

CHORUS