He aint the kind to sit around and talk your ear off
And im willing to bet he probably wont even listen
Yeah hes the kind of guy, 
Who likes what he likes and hates what he hates
But hell be, the first one to admit it

And ive heard it my whole life
But I just brushed it off
I can see It in your smile, the way you walk the way you talk
And him and I, just tried to hide it
Like keeping cash in a coffee can
Between hard headed and light hearted
Im just like my old man

I shoulda seen it along
A bit stubborn in his ways 
Like the way he drinks his coffee and watches those football games
A one woman kind of guy, since the very first date
Why fix what aint broken? Is what we always say


My Old Man

Boots Of Spanish Leather

well that old picket fence that you came driving by,
it must have been rebuilt a damn near hundred times.
and this here rusty paint that covers this house,
well back in my day, it was the brightest shade of red in town

Well you know, something most folks don’t,
everyones in a rush to pack it up and leave their home.
whatever happened too, a little hard work for something new,
and getting down in the dirt with pride in what you do?
So they say, when the goin gets tough, well tough fix it up
but now a days people wanna knock it down and start again 
but these four walls im living in aint goin nowhere, anytime soon
Its gonna be me in this house, with a little bit of you

when I was eight years old my daddy walked me out,
said life aint worth a damn without nothing to be proud about.
So son ill say to you what my old man said to me,
its takes a lot of hard work to live, love, laugh, and dream.


Tyler Reilly