Don't Forget Where You Come From

I remember my old man, he worked in the oil field And I could never understand why With dirt and grease on his hands, driving home at sundown Making just enough to get us by When I left home, I swore I'd make it rich some other way I didn't know where I was going, but my dad would always say "Pray out loud, make us proud, and son Don't forget where you come from." A few years out on the road working on the high lines But got laid off in the spring I mowed yards and sold used cars, worked nights down at the bar Yea I tried damn near everything I had to find my own way no matter what he said But the sound of his voice was still ringing in my head "Pray out loud, make us proud, and son Don't forget where you come from." I went home to be by Daddy's side before he passed away And I never will forget the last words I heard him say "Pray out loud, make us proud, and son Don't forget where you come from." Now I'm breaking ground on my own oceans of oil fields And my hands get dirty every day A big house in San Antone, I'm living the good life But my home seems far awawy And no matter where I am, each night before I fall asleep I always think of what my daddy said to me "Pray out loud, make us proud, and son Don't forget to Pray out loud, make us proud, and son Don't forget where you come from." I remember my old man He worked in the oil field And now I understand why