My Old Man

My dad still walks around in his old ball cap Worn front in center and never to the side He is not afraid to check the map And has a heart a mile wide In the afternoon you can bet on him taking a nap Its his old Ford Bronco that he takes pride in and has always said its ok if you don't win His soul has a western spirt If hes got a dime you know he is willing to share it He talk about the old country days and the simple country ways Its always been American Made And blue jeans with a worn in fade You can count on him to keep his word To never double cross or follow the herd Morals are at the top of his list But there is not a fight he could not settle with his fist John deer tractors, four wheelers and bond fires Are things of which he never tires He talks about the Gift family farm And all of its charm Its he that keep my world so small And helps me up when I fall Try as I may to find a man The bar he has set Is a standard Im not sure can be met