My Old Man Songtext
von Anika Moa

My old man is a lonely tree
Sitting on a branch in a lonely sea
When I first met him I thought how
Could he have let my mother down
But my old man he came to see me
He put his hands in mine and said he loved me
Well I was burned up with ill feeling
But his eyes they said it all
I forgave him for his fall


And in the summer he′s a summer breeze
Shooting at all his possibilities
He prays to god to fix him up
But he plays with the devil to fill his cup
My old man is good at singing
He plays the guitar like Carlos Santana should have done
To be a broken man it hurts his feelings
But we are what we have done
Sweet souls setting in the sun

My old man is as soft as rain
Humming through the night to forget his pain
It runs through the family from what I hear
But it only draws me near
My old man is good at singing
He plays the guitar like Carlos Santana should have done
To be a broken man it hurts his feelings
But we are what we have done
Sweet souls setting in the sun.