Two Fathers in Heaven

I was born the son of a Bush drinking, deck building Son of a gun Guitar picking, hell raising Hank WiIliams Jr. on the Stereo playing Last of the hard men Country boy can survive Bar hopping, Browns watching Carpenter all your life Deer tracking, Truck driving Fishing, Hunting Songwriting Roof laying, Softball playing Father, brother, chance taking You told me there would always be someone better But ultimately that it really doesn't matter You told me stories about West Virginia and Kingsport, Tennessee Yeah, you showed me the good from bad Taking care of my family And what it meant to be A man There's so much I could say But the words seem to fail me You were not the hero You were the anti-hero Always kept a garden Always confident Taught me Led Zeppelin and Blood on the Scarecrow Tom Petty, Bob Dylan Magic Carpet Ride Bluegrass, Gospel Church on Sundays And how to make things right You had your vices But you told me they were vices You were not perfect But I sure knew that you love me And when God decided that he was going to take you I swear that some kind of fault line shifted In my mind, like a black hole starving So angry I couldn't see But I beg your pardon Because I know he's free And now I've got two fathers In heaven Now I've got two fathers in Heaven One I've got to believe in And the other just had to leave But I know I implorably know That the shows goes on