

Son, I know you’re getting older,
And someday you’ll leave this little town.
You’ll chase a job,
you’ll chase a dream,
You’ll learn what life’s really about.
I’ve got a few more gray hairs Than I had when I
was your age,
And a whole lot of stories
Written on every page.
I wasn’t always right,
And I wasn’t always strong,
But every wrong turn I ever made
Somehow brought me here along.
So if you ever wonder who I was Before I was the
man you know,
I was a kid with a beat-up truck And nowhere else to
go.
I fell in love,
I lost some friends,
I made mistakes I can’t undo,
But the best thing this old life ever gave me Was getting
to be your dad to you.
And if you remember anything When I’m not there to tell you
why, Know I spent my whole life learning
How to be your dad right.
I remember your first steps
Like they happened yesterday,
You grabbed my hand and held on tight,
And somehow I was scared to let you stray.
I thought I had the answers When you were growing up,
But watching you become yourself
Taught me
I didn’t know enough.
Don’t measure your life by money,
Don’t measure it by things.
It’s the people sitting beside you
That make a man feel rich.
Call your mother when she’s lonely,
Tell your friends you love them too.
And when you find somebody worth keeping,
Don’t be too proud to hold on to them.
And if you ever wonder who I was When this old photograph
was new, I was just a young man trying
To figure out what to do.
I had dreams that came true,
And some that slipped away,
But I’d trade every mile behind me
For one more yesterday with you.
So take the good and leave the bad,
Build something better than I had.
And wherever this old road takes you,
I’ll be proud of the man you become.
So son, if someday you tell my story,
Don’t say I had it figured out.
Just say I loved you every mile
And I was always proud.
That’s the story of my life… And you’re the best part of
it. (mmm)