When I was young my father taught me not to gloat.
If I came home too proud of myself
I get wrestled to the floor and choked.
But I forgive him for that.
He was an eighth grade drop out
and I was being a brat.
I forgive him, I do.
I know that he loves me
and he knows I love him too.
When I was young my father told me,
to each his own.
The lady said as she kissed the cow,
some like the fiddle,
some like the trombone
and I live by that rule.
Your trip is your trip
and my trip is my trip too. Yeah,
I'll mind my own business.
Oh, having no rules in my friend here have.
I love my dad.
I love my dad.
I love my dad.
I love my dad.
I love my dad.
I love my dad.
Your kid goes to the private
Berkley school with one black kid.
My kid goes to the public school,
came home with cracked ribs.
And when my kid's eighteen
he'll be out there like
I was and probably chasing his dreams.
And when your kid's twenty-two,
he'll have an internship at a law firm
and hey that's okay too.
When I was five I came home from
kindergarten crying cause they
sat me next to an albino.
My dad said son everyone's different,
you gotta love em all equally.
And then my dad sat me down,
he said you gotta love all people,
pink, red, black, or brown.
And then just after dinner he played me
the album They Only Come Out At Night by Edgar Winter.
When I was young my dad
taught me the beauty of patience.
We'd go and hang with his friend
Billy Brislin all day in his Stubenville basement.
We'd watch wrestling matches on TV
and Billy couldn't move cause he was handicapped.
And I learned to shoot the shit,
and how to care for those in need
and to show respect.
When I was a kid my dad brought
home a guitar he got from Sears.
I took lessons from a neighbor lady
but it wasn't going anywhere.
He went and got me a good teacher
and in no time at all I was getting better.
I can play just fine.
I still practice a lot but not as much as Mills Climb.
When I was young my dad
told me to pay gossip no mind.
When people talk bad on you you gotta
flick it off your shoulder like a fly.
Learn to pick your punches, don't get no tussles,
dead in ditches. Life is short young man,
get out there and make the best of it while you can.
I ain't trying to say my dad
was some kind of a perfect saint.
When something set him off,
I hit the floor quicker than what
Mike Tyson did to Ricky Sveen.
I hit the floor so fast,
but that was so long ago
and we both moved past.
My life is pretty good, I owe it to him.
My dad did the best he could.
I love you dad
I love you dad
I love you dad
I love you dad
I love you dad
I love you dad