Two Fathers in Heaven

I was born the son of a
Bush drinking, deck building
Son of a gun

Guitar picking, hell raising
Hank WiIliams Jr. on the
Stereo playing

Last of the hard men
Country boy can survive
Bar hopping, Browns watching
Carpenter all your life

Deer tracking, Truck driving
Fishing, Hunting
Songwriting

Roof laying, Softball playing
Father, brother, chance taking

You told me there would always be someone better
But ultimately that it really doesn't matter

You told me stories about West Virginia and Kingsport, Tennessee
Yeah, you showed me the good from bad
Taking care of my family
And what it meant to be
A man

There's so much I could say
But the words seem to fail me
You were not the hero
You were the anti-hero

Always kept a garden
Always confident
Taught me Led Zeppelin and
Blood on the Scarecrow

Tom Petty, Bob Dylan
Magic Carpet Ride
Bluegrass, Gospel
Church on Sundays
And how to make things right

You had your vices
But you told me they were vices
You were not perfect
But I sure knew that you love me

And when God decided that he was going to take you
I swear that some kind of fault line shifted
In my mind, like a black hole starving
So angry I couldn't see
But I beg your pardon
Because I know he's free
And now I've got two fathers
In heaven

Now I've got two fathers in Heaven
One I've got to believe in
And the other just had to leave
But I know
I implorably know
That the shows goes on