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My Old Man (Letra)

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He was a giant
And I was just a kid
I was always trying
To do everything he did
I can still remember every lesson he taught me
Growing up learning how to be like my old man

He was a lion
We were our father’s pride
But I was defiant
When he made me walk the line
He knew how to lift me up
And when to let me fall
Looking back, he always had a plan
My old man

My old man
Feel the callous on his hands
And dusty overalls
My old man
Now I finally understand
I have a lot to learn
From my old man

Now I’m a giant
Got a son of my own
He’s always trying
To go everywhere I go
Do the best I can to raise him up the right way
Hoping that he someday wants to be
Like his old man

My old man
I know one day we’ll meet again
As he’s looking down
My old man
I hope he’s proud of who I am
I’m trying to fill the boot of my old man

My old man

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My Old Man (Letra)

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Me and my old man
Don’t see eye to eye
We take our walks outside
Underneath the birch trees

He said I think it’s gonna freeze this year
I said I gotta get away from here
Me and my old man
Me and my old man

Should have been enough to know
That you’d let us all down
Could have been enough to try
Without making a sound
It’s all part of the plan my dear
It’s all part of the plan my dear

So we walked along the mending walls
Laid beneath the tortured talls
And we sang a song of newfound cheer
Laughed at the passing years
Yeah we talked about things to come
Talked about the battles won
He said I think it’s gonna freeze this year
I said I gotta get away from here

Should have been enough to know
That you’d let us all down
Could have been enough to try
Could have been enough to try
Oh I’ve been such a fool
Spent my life waiting for you
Through these trees I see
With my father’s eyes
I realize the weight

Should have been enough to know
That you’d let us all down
Could have been enough to try
Without making a sound
It’s all part of the plan my dear
It’s all part of the plan my dear
It’s all part of the plan my dear

Between me and my old man
Gotta get away from here
Gotta get away from here

My Old Man (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I don’t know too much about, too much of my old man
I know he walked right out the door we never saw him again
Last I heard he was at the bar doing himself in
I know I got that same disease, I guess I got that from him

This is the story of my old man
Just like his father before him
I’m telling you do anything you can
So you don’t end up just like them, like them

Monday he woke up and hated life
Drank until Wednesday and left his wife
Thursday thru Saturday lost everything
Woke up on Sunday miserable again

I remember baseball games and working on the car
He told me that he loved me and that I would go far
showed me how to work hard and stick up for myself
I wish he wasn’t too hard to listen to himself

This is the story of my old man
Just like his father before him
I’m telling you do anything you can
So you don’t end up just like them, like them

Monday he woke up and hated life
Drank until Wednesday and left his wife
Thursday thru Saturday lost everything
Woke up on Sunday miserable again

Again…again…

Someday he’ll wish that he made things right (made things right)
Long for his family and miss his wife (miss his wife)
Remember the days he had everything (everything)
Now he’s alone and miserable again

My Old Man (Letra)

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My old man
He’s a singer in the park
He’s a walker in the rain
He’s a dancer in the dark
We don’t need no piece of paper
From the city hall
Keeping us tied and true
My old man
Keeping away my blues

He’s my sunshine in the morning
He’s my fireworks at the end of the day
He’s the warmest chord i ever heard
Play that warm chord, play and stay baby
We don’t need no piece of paper
From the city hall
Keeping us tied and true
My old man
Keeping away my blues

But when he’s gone
Me and them lonesome blues collide
The bed’s too big
The frying pan’s too wide

Then he comes home
And he takes me in his loving arms
And he tells me all his troubles
And he tells me all my charms
We don’t need no piece of paper
From the city hall
Keeping us tied and true
No, my old man
Keeping away my blues

But when he’s gone
Me and them lonesome blues collide
The bed’s too big
The frying pan’s too wide

My old man
He’s a singer in the park
He’s a walker in the rain
He’s a dancer in the dark
We don’t need no piece of paper
From the city hall
Keeping us tied and true
No, my old man
Keeping away my lonesome blues

My Old Man (Letra)

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When i was a young boy in brooklyn
Going to public school
During recess in the concrete playground
They lined us up by twos
In alphabetical order, reagan, reed and russo
I still remember the names
And stickball and stoopball were the only games
That we played

And i wanted to be like my old man
I, i wanted to grow up just like my old man
I wanted to be like my old man

I wanted to dress like, i wanted to be just like
I wanted to act like my old man
I wanted to be like, i wanted to act like
I wanted to be just like my old man

And then like everyone else i started to grow
And i didn’t want to be like my father anymore
I was sick of his bullying
And having to hide under a desk on the floor
And when he beat my mother
It made me so mad i could choke

And i didn’t want to be like my old man
I, i didn’t even want to look like my old man
I didn’t even want to seem like my old man

A son watches his father, being cruel to his mother
And makes a vow to return only when
He is so much richer, in every way so much bigger that –
– the old man will never hit anyone again

Like my old man (just like my old man)
Like my old man
Like my old man (just like my old man)
Like my old man
And can you believe what he said to me
He said, "lou, act like a man" (walk like a man)
Why don’t you act just like a man
Act like your daddy, act like a man (just like my old man)
Oh, why don’t you act just like a man
Like your old man (walk like a man)
(just like my old man)
(just like my old man)

My Old Man (Letra)

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Look in the mirror
Who do you see?
Someone familiar
But surely not me
For he can’t be me
Look how old and cold and tired
And lonely he’s become
Not until you see
There’s a price tag hanging
Off of having all that fun

Uh-oh, looks like I’m seeing more of my old man in me
Oh no, looks like I’m seeing more of my old man in me

Walk on the outside, holding her hand
Someone familiar, her and her man
But it just can’t be
Look at all the steps that brought you where you are today
Not until you see
As a heart grows stronger, sometimes love is pushed away

Uh-oh, looks like I’m seeing more of my old man in me
Oh no, looks like I’m seeing more of my old man in me

Uh-oh, looks like I’m seeing more of my old man in me
Oh no, looks like I’m seeing more of my old man in me

My Old Man (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

He was a giant
And I was just a kid
I was always trying
To do everything he did
I can still remember every lesson he taught me
Growing up learning how to be like my old man
He was a lion
We were our father’s pride
But I was defiant
When he made me walk the line
He knew how to lift me up
And when to let me fall
Looking back, he always had a plan
My old manMy old man
Feel the callous on his hands
And dusty overalls
My old man
Now I finally understand
I have a lot to learn
From my old man
Now I’m a giant
Got a son of my own
He’s always trying
To go everywhere I go
Do the best I can to raise him up the right way
Hoping that he someday wants to be
Like his old man
My old man
I know one day we’ll meet again
As he’s looking down
My old man
I hope he’s proud of who I am
I’m trying to fill the boot of my old man
My old man

My Old Man (Letra)

Tonic

Tonic

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This song was first released on the rhymes and reasons album. it is the only album it has been released on.

My old man had a rounder’s soul.

He’d hear an old freight train.
Then he’d have to go.
Said he’d been blessed with a gipsy bone.

That’s the reason they guessed
He’d been cursed to roam.
Came into town back before the war.

Didn’t even know what it was
He was looking for.
He carried a tattered bag for his violin.

It was full of lots of songs
Of places that he’d been.
He talked real ea-sy had a smiling way

To pass along to you
When his fiddle played.
Making people drop their cares and woes.

To hum out loud those tunes
That his fiddle howed.
Till the people there began to join that sound.

And everyone in town was laughing.
Singing, dancing round.
Like the fiddler’s tune was all they heard that night.

As if some dream said
“All the world is right”
His fiddler’s eye caught one beauty there.

She had that rollin’ flowin’
golden kind of hair.
He played for her as if she danced alone.

He played his favorite songs.
Ones he called his own.
He played until she was the last to go.

He stopped and packed his case
And said he’d take her home.

All the nights that passed a child was born.

All the years that passed.
That love would keep them warm.
All their lives they’d share a dream come true.

All because she danced
while his fiddle tuned.
My old man had a rounder’s soul.

He’d hear an old freight train.
Then he’d have to go.
All that I recall said when I was so young.

No one else could really
Sing those songs he sung.

> Words and music by walker