My great grandfather was a rake and a rambler Good with the women but not a good gambler Bet away a fortune, and lost a family business Deep in East Texas, he died with no witness
A son of a son, a father of fathers Rivers run from many waters
My grandfather could be called a free thinker A poet, a painter, a pretty heavy drinker He'd show me his workshop on Galveston Island We'd go watch the ocean, he was a kind man
A son of a son, a father of fathers Rivers run from many waters
My father tells me, that he's born again Says he's not lonely 'cause Jesus is a good friend Dad comes to visit and we get to talkin' Get past the tension when he first walks in
A son of a son, a father of fathers Rivers run from many waters
I can hear him when he wakes up and I fix his breakfast Take him on school days, help him to get dressed Everyday he's bigger, learning all that he can Says he'll be a daddy when he's a grown man
A son of a son, a father of fathers Rivers run from many watersTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
