There ain’t no color left in the woods up on the hill

Birds flying south it’s getting cold

I fixed the tractor and the fence, fed your cattle

Daddy I never thought about you getting old

You were always there to tell me when tobacco needed to be topped

You taught me how to swear, taught me how to drink you taught me when to stop

How to you pray, cut the hay, carry a heavy load

Daddy I don’t wanna think about you getting old

The kids come by to help Momma out with things you used to do

We sit on the porch having a drink or two

I hear the same old stories but that’s okay with me

Daddy I’ll miss you telling them some day

You were always there to tell me when tobacco needed to be topped

Taught me how to swear, taught me how to drink you taught me when to stop

How to pray, cut the hay, carry a heavy load

Daddy I don’t wanna think about you getting old

When the winter is over, springtime comes around

Daddy I hope you’re able to check out a fishing hole I found.

Won’t need much, a pot of coffee and an old fishing pole

Doesn’t really matter if we catch a fish, long as we go

You were always there to tell me when tobacco needed to be topped

You taught me how to swear, taught me how to drink you taught me when to stop

How to pray, cut the hay, carry a heavy load

Breaks my heart to see you getting old

Sooner or later everybody gotta go through what we’re going through right now

Momma and brother and sister and me we’re gonna get along some how

But I’m gonna cry and I’m gonna scream cause I don’t wanna let you go

Breaks my heart to see you getting old

Daddy I hate to see you getting old