My Old Man

My old man is a lonely tree

Sitting on a branch in a lonely sea

When I first met him I thought how

Could he have let my mother down

But my old man he came to see me

He put his hands in mine and said he loved me

Well I was burned up with ill feeling

But his eyes they said it all

I forgave him for his fall

And in the summer he's a summer breeze

Shooting at all his possibilities

He prays to God to fix him up

But he plays with the devil to fill his cup

My old man is good at singing

He plays the guitar like Carlos Santana should have done

To be a broken man it hurts his feelings

But we are what we have done

Sweet souls setting in the sun

My old man is as soft as rain

Humming through the night to forget his pain

It runs through the family from what I hear

But it only draws me near

My old man is good at singing

He plays the guitar like Carlos Santana should have done

To be a broken man it hurts his feelings

But we are what we have done

Sweet souls setting in the sun.