the story of my old man

i don't know too much about

too much of my old man

i know he walked right out the door

we never saw him again

last i heard he was at the bar

doing himself in

i know i've got that same disease

i guess i got that from him. this is the story of my old man

just like his father before him

i'm telling you

do anything you can

so you don't end up just like them

like them

monday he woke up and hated life

drank until wednesday and left his wife

thursday through saturday lost everything

woke up on sunday miserable again. i remember baseball games

and working on the car

he told that he loved me

and that i would go far

showed me how to work hard and

stick up for myself

i wish he wasn't too hard

to listen to himself

this is the story of my old man

just like his father before him

i'm telling you

do anything you can

so you don't end up just like them

like them

monday he woke up and hated life

drank until wednesday and left his wife

thursday through saturday lost everything

woke up on sunday miserable again

again

again

someday he'll wish that he made things right

long for his family and miss his wife

remember the days he had everything

now he's alone and

miserable again