One Day I Opened Up An Old And Dusty DrawerLittle Rusty Piece Of Steel It Fell Out On The FloorAs I Went To Pick It Up Those Memories Came Back StrongDaddy's Pocket Knife I Carried For So LongAs I Held That Rusty Blade Right There In My HandMy Thoughts Wandered Back To That Hard Working ManAn Old Piece Of Steel And A Worn Out Of Cattle BoneDaddy's Pocket Knife Was Finally Made At HomeDaddy's Pocket Knife Was Finally Made At HomeDaddy's Pocket Knife Was Finally Made At HomeProbably Bought It Years Ago At The Angle Hardware StoreHe'd Come Home From Work Every Day His Fingers Cracking SoreCome Here My Boy Set Up On My KneeI'll Tell You A Little Tale About The Way Things Used To BeAs I Held That Rusty Blade Right There In My HandLittle Rusty Piece Of Steel It Fell Out On The FloorMy Thoughts Wandered Back To That Hard Working ManAn Old Piece Of Steel And A Worn Out Of Cattle BoneDaddy's Pocket Knife Was Finally Made At HomeAs I Held That Rusty Blade Right There In My HandTear Fell From My Eye On That Dreadful DayI Held That Blade In My Hands No Words Are Left To SayDaddy's Pocket Knife Was Finally Made At HomeNo Words Are Left To SayI Held That Blade In My Hands No Words Are Left To SayWhen his time on earth was near, he placed it in that drawerKnowing one day his son would find it and carry it once moreAs I held that rusty blade right there in my handMy thoughts wandered back to that hard-working manAn old piece of steel and worn-out cattle boneAt Daddy's Park at night, finally made it home