Old Man in Me Songtext
von Frank Foster

Well these old work boots, they′ve become my Sunday shoes
And these old calloused hands
I've grown accustomed to
I can hardly fight the way I′m turning out to be
Yeah, I'm seeing my old man in me

This old cur dog has become my best friend
Yesterday we hit the woods and tomorrow we'll do it again
There′s something ′bout an old creek bottom
That makes me feel free
Yeah, I'm seeing my old man in me

And I can′t hide
What I relive
Even though it took a while
For me to come around
'Cause I was restless and I was running
Trying to be all I could never be
But now that I′m older
And I'm living slower, I′m seeing my old man in me


I can't go nowhere without bringing my pocket knife
I probably won't use it
I′m just used to it in my front pocket, left side
I spend my spare time wetting a line or either perched up in a tree
Yeah, I′m seeing my old man in me

And I can't hide
What I relive
Even though it took a while
For me to come around
′Cause I was restless and I was running
Trying to be all I could never be
But now that I'm older
And I′m living slower, I'm seeing my old man in me

I start every morning with my coffee black
I sit and watch the sun go down
With an ice cold twelve pack
I turn on the radio
And let Senior sing to me
Yeah, I guess it′s my old man in me
Yeah, I'm seeing my old man in me