Hello Old Man - Chris Knight

Hello old man, have you room for a wanderer

Running from his checkered past

No I’m not your favorite son

I never even tied for last

Do you still cuss the dirt and pray for rain

Stubborn as the sun and twice as vain

Think about all you have done

Before you tell me you ain’t wandered none

Now your wayward son has come back home

What’d you think about me while I was gone

Old man when I was on your knee

Didn’t you think I’d turn out to be like me

Hello old man, the world is strange

Cuts you up and mends you back again

You got your scars in a forgotten war

Mine I got on bar room floors

Well you told me tales when I was a child

Lord they made me wonder and made me wild

I guess I had to be like you

There weren’t no war but I made do

Hello old man life rolls along

I’m just trying to reap what you have sown

You never wished me well on the night I left

But in my eyes you saw yourself

You should have known I’d turn out to be like you