I pound the nails home until they are down I shape wood into things that I need, I love to do these things, It’s who I want to be I use the tools that used to belong to my old man Sometimes I feel him when I work on this land The way he went, is the way I go now, I never could be as good as him, but I think he would be proud They say the acorn never falls far from the tree When the son follows the father that’s the way it should be I never ever though this would happen to me But I am more and more like my old man then I ever thought I’d be Now I’m the old man My kids are almost grown It’s time to pass the wisdom Pass it on, pass it on I was out in Holy City with an old friend yesterday We were talking about old friends that have long since gone away He remembered my old man and I think I heard him say We are becoming more like our Fathers just a little bit each day They say the acorn never falls far from the tree When the son follows the father that’s the way it should be I never ever though this would happen to me But I am more and more like my old man then I ever thought I’d be Yes I‘m more and more like my old man then I ever.. thought.. I’d be |