Old Man

Phone clip on his hip and a collared t-shirt
He's up before the sun hits the road for work
And black coffee bounces off the wall
It gets them through to keep the lights on

Cranks the Chevy, gets it ready for an early morning drive
The week is long, works well past five
And has a drink when he gets home
He ain't afraid to be alone

Yeah, that's my old man
A cigar in his hand
My mama's biggest fan
Loves his two kids, he'll never say he can't

Like my old man
The older I am
I make the moves he makes
And I drink what he drinks

Oh, I love how he loves
It ain't cool when you're young
But love him while you can
And be like your old man

He likes his coors light cold braves ball cap on
Football game while he's burning some coals
And he'll tell you when you're wrong
He loves the sound of a country song

Yeah, that's my old man
A cigar in his hand
My mama's biggest fan
Loves his two kids, he'll never say he can't

Like my old man
The older I am
I make the moves he makes
And I drink what he drinks

Oh, I love how he loves
It ain't cool when you're young
But love him while you can
And be like your old man

Like my old man
I do the best I can
I make the moves he makes
And I learn from mistakes

Oh, I love how he loves
It ain't cool when you're young
But love him while you can
And be like your old man



Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Mathews
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