There Goes Old 630

My old man
Was a son of a gun
You shoulda seen him on the run
On that Harley Davidson
My old man was a son of a gun

My old man taught me to drive
And shoot and fish and look alive
And turn a wrench and and ride a bike
Yeah my old man taught me to drive

Oh, here we go, don'cha know
That's what he used to say
Oh, here we go, don'cha know
With the windows down on a summer day

My old man didn't talk too much
I think he talked just enough
Once you got him started up
My old man didn't talk too much

My old man had a saxophone
He never learned to play it though
He could make it howl and moan
My old man had a saxophone

At the electric company
Ol' 630 was a legend
His old boss didn't know
Whether to shit or
Wind his watch when
630 cheated death
Again
And kept showing up
And working
And climbing poles
At 70 years old
And busting chops
For certain

My old man was more show than tell
Lit 'em up and gave 'em hell
If they didn't like it, oh well
My old man was more show than tell

My old man worked 'til the day he died
He didn't want to sit around inside
He felt his heart flutter but he let it ride
My old man worked 'til the day he died

And he died with his working boots on

Oh, here we go, don'cha know
That's what he used to say
Oh, here we go, don'cha know
With the windows down on a summer day

There goes old 630
There goes old 630
There goes old 630
There goes old 630