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Joey McGee
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Joey McGee
Songwriter
Letras
On the day that my old man was born
He couldn't realize his world was torn
A Great Depression lay up around the bend
His dad worked all night just to make amends
Worked himself to the bone just to make amends
On the day that my old man turned 3
He learned a bitter lesson of the honeybee
It was a wound he'd carry just like a stone
Looking for sweetness coming from the honeycomb
Looking for sweetness coming from the honeycomb
On the day my old man turned 16
He'd come to know that he was thought unclean
Had to drink his water from a different well
Some folks cursed his young bitter soul to hell
Some folks cursed his young bitter soul
And when I think of my old man
I know I failed to understand
Anything of his heavens or his hells
Because me I was a rebel son
A wicked wit a wild tongue
It'd sure be nice if I could speak to him right now
Maybe work it out somehow
On the day my old man first held me
He had a nervous smile and a tear-stained cheek
Prayed to God that maybe he could make things right
Bring some sweetness here to this newborn life
Bring some sweetness here to this newborn life
Well I'm older now I think I understand
The bitterness that ate at my old man
Seems the wound he got was handed down to me
Got that same old lesson from the honeybee
Got that same old sting from the honeybee
Seems that my old man was a lot like me
Writer(s): Joey Mcgee
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