his house was built from timber my granddad cut back in 23 with a mule and a one-row plow
he cleared his field of dreams he raised a son and daughter from what he grew in the ground
hope i can hold my end up of the roots that he put down he was a good man and he took a stand
for what he believed reliable and old school worked hard for the family
a true friend until the end the way it ought to be and i pray someday
someday
that's how they'll remember me
just a young man starting out with a family of my own
a little girl who hugs my neck every night when i get home
i think of all she will do and who she's gonna be
i wonder what words she'll use
when she's gone

she talks of me
he was a good man he took a stand for what he believed
reliable and old school worked hard for the family
a true friend until the end the way it ought to be
and i pray someday
that's how they'll remember me
here i am down on bended knees
help me to help myself be the best that i can be
i want to be a good man and take a stand for what i believe
reliable and old school worked hard for my family
a true friend until the end the way it ought to be and i pray someday

a true friend until the end the way it ought to be
i'm taking it day by day
and i pray someday
that's how they'll remember me
i'm taking it day by day
and i pray someday

and i pray someday
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