Who
Who
They’d say “who made you a man, young lad,”
It was my hard old father, bad,
He stood me up, and made me fight,
He taught straight left, knock down right.
And I was undefeated.
To always rise,
if you’re knocked down.
Attack, attack until you’ve won.
Though I’m still my mother’s son.
His words with me abiding.
To be a man at ten years old,
Work for a living, good as gold,
At droving, I was good I’m told,
horseman, wild horses, riding.
Don Johnson 11-jul-11
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