I used to watch him picking along
To the hits of John Prine and Joan Baez
And though we come from different times
I still listen to everything he says
Though I don’t always follow it

On a stool with his fishing hat on
He’s the spitting image of Burl Ives
Though his fingers don’t move like they used to
You can still see it in his eyes
And I see it in my own eyes

Turns out I’m like my old man
Cell phone in my pocket and a six string in my hand
I’m proud to call him my old man
And all I can say
Is thank you for making me me

We’ve both had our ups and downs
Becoming things we didn’t want to be
But we’ll still get a laugh now and then
Because there’s more to him than what you see
and I feel it inside of me

Turns out I’m like my old man
Tripping and a falling but I still know how to land
I’m proud to call him my old man
And all I can say
Is thank you for making me me

[Speaking verse]

Turns out I’m like my old man
I may not be the best but I’ll still give all I can
I’m proud to call him my old man
And all I can think to say
Is thank you for making me me