He taught me how to drive a Massey How to work a clutch and keep it straight Wore the gold off a wedding band only Loved one woman till her last day Saturdays we're checking trout lines Catfish sermons in a John boat Talking girls and talking life And laughing at all his clean bad jokes
He was Superman in overalls At least that's what I thought
Now he's up there with the angels And the good lord by his side And I'm down here trying like hell not to cry Still wishing for a little more time He was gentle he was strong And when he passed he passed it on More than that money his pocket That truck that he bought us back in 1989 More than that field fulla cotton He's gone not forgotten we mighta said goodbye But a small town man's legacy never dies
He had his own garden and he grew tomatoes So he could share em with the folks in town He'd give the shirt off his back to a stranger Everything he owned by the sweat of his brow
Oh I can see him now Yeah I bet he's looking down
Now he's up there with the angels And the good lord by his side And I'm down here trying like hell not to cry Still wishing for a little more time He was gentle he was strong And when he passed he passed it on More than that money his pocket That truck that he bought us back in 1989 More than that field fulla cotton He's gone not forgotten we mighta said goodbye But a small town man's legacy never dies Never dies
Can't wait to teach my son Everything he taught me I can't wait to carry on The legacy
Now he's up there with the angels "And grandma by his side" And I'm down here trying like hell not to cry Still wishing for a little more time He was gentle he was strong And when he passed he passed it on More than that money his pocket That truck that he bought us back in 1989 More than that field fulla cotton He's gone not forgotten we mighta said goodbye But a small town man's legacy never dies It never dies It never dies It never diesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
