My Father’s Son

My grandfather fought in World War II

Back in those days, that’s just what a man had to do

Left my grandmother with five kids to raise

Mouths to feed and bills to pay

My grandmother did the best that she could

My dad and them turned out pretty good

You got to be strong

Got to carry on

There’s wars to be won

He loves his mother, but he’s still his father’s son

My daddy he was a rambling man

One of those hippies that hitchhiked across the land

He met my momma, he was livin’ out of a Cadillac

He was already gone when he found out she was pregnant he came on back

My momma made him lay that bottle down

He was raised without a father, so for me, he stuck around

You got to be strong

Got to carry on

There’s wars to be won

I love my mother, but I’m still my father’s son

Like my father, yes and his father before

I loved the whiskey and the women

I have fought my own wars

Some time ago I met a girl she was wild as me

She gave me a child, the Lord gave me eyes to see

I decided to turn my crazy life around

I did like my father did for me and stuck around

You got to be strong

Got to carry on

There’s wars to be won

He loves his mother, but he’s still his father’s son

You got to be strong, life is more than just a game

Got to carry on, pass down your good name

There’s different wars to be won, son, but the story stays the same

He loves his mother, but he’s still his father’s son

Still his father’s son

Still his father’s son