The Story of My Old Man

I don't know too much about, too much of my old man

I know he walked right out the door and we never saw him again

Last I heard he was the bar doin' 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 tellin' you to 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 through Saturday lost everything

Woke up on Sunday miserable again

I remember baseball games and workin' 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 tellin' you to 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 through Saturday lost everything

Woke up on Sunday miserable again

Again, again

Someday, he'll wish that he made things right

Long for his family and miss his wife

Remember the days he had everything

Now he's alone and miserable again