Well, my old man was not a mooper nor a shaker, just a dreamer, I'm a lot like him.He used to talk a lot about the old days, mister, when the times was tough and the moneywas thin.He used to go fishing about once a year, laugh himself silly on a couple of beers, tell anold story to a willy-near, and then he'd turn right around and tell it again.My old man, talking about my old man, he was there at the start with a willing heart, hewas there when the world began, help me out here, my old man, my old man, I'm just sittinghere thinking about my old man.My old man was a daddy till I got too cool to call him that anymore, he took my motherto the Grange, all dancing, waltz-tube across the floor, he took us to town on a Fridaynight.He used to chew tobacco when he got uptight, just a-sitting, spitting in the fading lightof the car in front of the grocery store.My old man, talking about my old man, he was there at the start with a willing heart, hewas there when the world began, my old man, my old man, I'm just sitting here thinkingabout my old man.You sound so good out there.Well, now, my old man was a dragon in the pants, man, when he got home from the mill,between the chores and the weeds and the kids to feed, you know, he never had a minute tokill, but he always had a twinkle in his old gray eyes, smelled a lot better when he workedoutside, worked right up until the day he died, and I bet the Lord's got him workingstill.My old man, talking about my old man, he was there at the start with a willing heart, hewas there when the world began, my old man, my old man, I'm just sitting here thinkingabout my old man, hey, I'm just sitting here thinking about my old man, hey, I'm just sittinghere thinking about my old man.