Rodney atkins my old man lyrics

I've got a picture of him barefoot in the mud

behind his grandpa's plow and two gray mules

when he turned ten years old in May of 1953

And he grew up fearing God in Washburn Tennessee

The closest thing he had to a dad was his Uncle Bob

And he could only dream of things like little league baseball

And that little boy with big blue eyes and calloused hands

became my old man



She was a Kentucky girl born on Valentine's Day

The fourth child of five to my grandma Eula May

So shy and beautiful with sunset hair and emerald eyes

her daddy spent his life working in the coal mines

Now in my eyes all my life my dad has been a saint

But even saints need angels to show them the way

Over 37 years ago he asked for Margaret Lynn's hand

And that angel married my old man



There were times I tried to buck the truthful things they said

And now I'm glad that more than once they rattled my stubborn head

My folks are just like mountains I looked at from afar

But now the closer I get to them the bigger they are



Time seems to fly anymore and the holidays are so far apart

There's no way a phone call could express what's in my heart

So this is just a song to say how thankful I am

For mama and my old man

For mama and my old man