Dad Song

Was out one morning with my dad His mumbling and grumbling was making me laugh All his silly reasons to be mad I know no one worked as hard as you My dusty old dad with holes in his shoes Hands and knees in thick concrete Just so me and my mom and sisters could eat It's ok to be sad and it's ok to be mad But I hate to see your darkness hang around I was raised in a world that's mostly cruel You lecture me hoping you didn't raise a fool And I'll sit and listen knowing it's out of love Let me tell you I think you did a pretty good job I learned by example what's right and what's wrong I see you in your Converse shoes Smoking your cigarette and speaking the blues Tappin' your toes right out of line You speak your truth and I'll speak mine You speak your truth and I'll speak mine Oh I'll speak mine