Well these old work boots

They've become my sunday shoes

And these old calloused hands

Grown accustomed to

I can't hardly fight the way

I'm turning here to be yeah

Seeing my old man in me

This old cur dog has become my best friend

Yesterday we hit the woods and

Tomorrow we'll do It again

There's something bout an old creek

Bottom that makes me feel free yeah

Seeing my old man in me

And I can't hide what I relive even though

It took a while for me to come around

'Cause I was restless and

I was running trying to be all

I could never be but now that

Older and living slow

Seeing my old man in me

I can't go nowhere without

Bringing my pocket knife

I probably won't use It

Just used to It in my front pocket left side

I spend my spare time wetting a

Line or either perched up in a tree

Seeing my old man in me

Yeand I can't hide what I relive

Even though It took a while for me to come around

'Cause I was restless and

I was running trying to be all

I could never be but now that

Older and living slow

Seeing my old man in me

I start every morning with my coffee black I sit

And watch the sun go down

With an Ice cold twelve pack

I turn on the radio and let sr sing to me yeah

I guess It's my old man in me

Yeah I seeing my old man in me