Old Man in Me by Frank Foster (Country)
Old Man in Me by Frank Foster (Country)

Old Man in Me

Frank Foster (Country) * Track #6 On Southern Soul

Old Man in Me Lyrics

Well these old work boots, they've become my Sunday shoes. And these old calloused hands, I've grown accustomed to. I can't hardly fight the way I'm turning out to be. Yeah, I'm seeing my old man in me
This old cur dog has become my best friend. Yesterday we hit the woods and tomorrow we'll do it again. There's something bout an old creek bottom that makes me feel free. Yeah, I'm seeing my old man in me
And I can't hide what I relive, even though it took a while for me to come around. Cause I was restless and I was running, trying to be all I could never be. But now that I'm older and I'm living slower I'm seeing my old man in me
I can't go nowhere without bringing my pocket knife. I probably won't use it, I'm just used to it in my front pocket, left side. I spend my spare time wetting a line or either perched up in a tree. Yeah, I'm seeing my old man in me
And I can't hide what I relive, even though it took a while for me to come around. Cause I was restless and I was running, trying to be all I could never be. But now that I'm older and I'm living slower I'm seeing my old man in me
I start every morning with my coffee black. I sit and watch the sun go down with an ice cold twelve pack. I turn on the radio and let Sr. sing to me. Yeah, I guess it's my old man in me. Yeah, I'm seeing my old man in me

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