Zach Bryan – Old Man (Guitar)

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I’ve heard all the stories of you back in your prime

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When you held all your pride in hands stained

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And you’d go to work for breadcrumbs and dirt

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So your kids could stand tall in their names

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And you told me “Son there are things to be done

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When you’re older and stronger like me”

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And you give all you have just to be a good dad

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And die a thousand times just to please

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Old man, the blood that you’ve bled and the mouths that you’ve fed at your door

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Old man, the sweat that you’ve poured proves that they don’t make 'em like you no more

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Old man, the dinners you’ve missed so your daughters could eat at this table

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Old man, I would give back all the things that you’ve lacked if I was able

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I’ve never seen a smile like you did out in Pineville

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When the crowd screamed the words of your kid

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You told me "Boy, it’s been a long hard road

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And this life that I’ve chose for my kin

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But I wish and I pray I could go back in time

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So I could raise up this family again"

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Old man, the blood that you’ve bled and the mouths that you’ve fed at your door

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Old man, I guess time goes to show that they don’t make 'em like you no more

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Old man, the dinners you’ve missed so your daughters could eat at this table

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Old man, I would give back all the things that you’ve lacked if I was able

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I’ve heard all the stories of you back in your prime

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How you held all your pride in hands stained

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And you’d go to work for breadcrumbs and dirt

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So your kids could stand tall in their names