My Old Man - Eric Hutchinson

Born as a Royal

They broke the mould

Crowned Baby Boomer

Wandering soul

And I could never try to be the one to tell your story

And I could never try to be the one to to tell your tale

And I could never try to be the one to sell your glory

And I could never try to be the one to walk your trail

My old man

He does the best he can

Now he’s free

My old man

My old man

I’ll never understand

But he’s still

My old man

Ride counter-culture

Live rather flawed

Never stop learning

Find other Gods

I could never try to be the one to tell your story

And I could never try to be the one to to tell your tale

And I could never try to be the one to sell your glory

And I could never try to be the one to walk your trail

My old man

He does the best he can

Now he’s free

My old man

My old man

I’ll never understand

But he’s still

My old man

Wonder if ya got, wonder if ya got where ya wanted to

Wonder if ya got, wonder if ya got what ya need

Hope your body’s strong

As you walk along

You can still belong to what you leave

My old man

He does the best he can

Now he’s free

My old man

My old man

He drives a minivan

But he’s still

My old man