My Old Man Lyrics

My old man was a whisperer of dogs

They'd wag their tales and tell him of their woes

He'd talk about anything at all

He'd talk to mongrels or best in show

My old man was always leaving town

He saw so much more than me and you

And he'd never ever sweat the little stuff

My old man left too soon

Here I am playing your second rate guitar

It hurts my hands but heals my heart

I keep it close to me, to keep me close to you

My old man went too soon

My old man only had two rules

Always do the right thing and be kind

He'd look at things, shake his head and smile

My old man's been on my mind

My old man's been on my mind

My old man's been on my mind