My old man acts like a young man
Puts this young man’s heart in the race
His eyes are bad, his spirit is glad
He’s got laughter in the lines of his face
He’s an old man with working hands
Likes to put ‘em in the land, build up his place
Now, this young man loves this old man
With laughter in the lines of his face
Young man, don’t you make plans
You’re too busy doin’
Old man, keep making plans
Teeth too old for chewin’
Heart too full for bluin’
World too full of ruin
To get caught up in the chase
He’s got laughter in the lines of his face
I’m a sleepy man with calloused hands
And a brain shaped like a guitar
I’ll find my own path in the aftermath
Of a good woman’s love and a falling star
I’m a simple man suckin’ on rhubarb jam
That I grow from plants in my backyard
Got ‘em from an old man, family in his hands
He done left this world, he worked so hard
Young man, don’t you make plans
You’re too busy doin’
Old man, keep making plans
Teeth too old for chewin’
Heart too full for bluin’
World too full of ruin
To get caught up in the chase
He’s got laughter in the lines of his face
I’m a spoiled man with a purple crayon
Tryin’ to draw my way outta this room
With my good wife, gonna live a favored life
Layin’ out underneath the howling moon
I’m not a young man, more like an old man
And when I’m an old man, I’m gonna laugh
Gonna laugh long and loud, like the belly of a thundercloud
Like a papa sunburned and proud in a photograph
