his house was built from timber my granddad cut back in 23 with a mule and a one-row plowhe cleared his field of dreams he raised a son and daughter from what he grew in the groundhope i can hold my end up of the roots that he put down he was a good man and he took a standfor what he believed reliable and old school worked hard for the familya true friend until the end the way it ought to be and i pray somedaysomedaythat's how they'll remember mejust a young man starting out with a family of my owna little girl who hugs my neck every night when i get homei think of all she will do and who she's gonna bei wonder what words she'll usewhen she's goneshe talks of mehe was a good man he took a stand for what he believedreliable and old school worked hard for the familya true friend until the end the way it ought to beand i pray somedaythat's how they'll remember mehere i am down on bended kneeshelp me to help myself be the best that i can bei want to be a good man and take a stand for what i believereliable and old school worked hard for my familya true friend until the end the way it ought to be and i pray somedaya true friend until the end the way it ought to bei'm taking it day by dayand i pray somedaythat's how they'll remember mei'm taking it day by dayand i pray somedayand i pray someday*