I Love My Dad-Sun Kil Moon

歌手 : Sun Kil Moon

专辑 : Benji

语种 : 英语

时长 : 06:16

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I Love My Dad - Sun Kil Moon

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

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 sh*t

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