INTRO; D, G
D G
These ol work boots have become my sunday shoes
D G
and these ol callous hands accustomed to
D G
i cant hardly fight the way im turning out to be
D A G
im seeing my old man in me
D G
this ol curr dog has become my bestfriend
D G
yesterday we hit the woods and tomorrow we'll do it again
D G
there something bout an ol creek bottom that make me feel free
D A G
im seeing my old man in me
D C G
and i cant hide what i really am
D C G
even though it took a while for me to come around
D C G
cuz i was restless and i was running
D C G
trying to be all i could never be
D C G
but now that im older and im living slower
NO CHORD
im seeing my old man in me
i cant go nowhere without bringing my pocket knife
i prolly wont use it im just use to it
in my front pocket left side
i spend my spare time weighting a line or either purched up in a tree
im seeing my old man in me
Chorus
D G
i start every morning with my coffee black
D G
sit and watch the sun go down with an ice cold 12 pack
D G
i turn on the radio and let sr sing to me
im seeing my old man and me