He had dirt under his nails ~ His hair was a little long ~ If you could get past those calloused fingers ~ Youíd see he worked Ďem to the bone ~ But he stood tall as he could ~ All that honesty had taken its toll ~ He had a spark in his eye ~ It was just the outside getting old ~ I asked him one day if he had any regrets ~Without a second thought he looked me dead in the eye ~ And he said:

ďIíve got an old ball cap my jeans are getting old.
If you look in my yard youíll see Old Glory on her pole. I got a wife at the house taught my grandson how to shoot. Heck thatís living son!

And thatís how you know itís meĒ

That got me thinking as we talked some more ~ Things have changed some ~ A man canít have no peace ~ And he darned sure better lock his door ~ But a million dollars canít buy a life like that ~ You gotta build it and thatíll never get old ~ Ainít no machine gonna do it ~ Ainít no body gonna do it for you ~ So I straightened out my cap, dusted off my jeans, smiled and said thanks ~ And he said, ďFor what?Ē

ďIíve got an old ball cap my jeans are getting old
If you look in my yard youíll see Old Glory on her pole. Iíll have a wife at the house teach my grandson how to shoot. Thatís what lifeís about!

And thatís how you know itís meĒ

Some time down the line I can see it coming ~ Some young kid maybe even my soníll ~ Wonder why I ainít got the latest this or that ~ Iíll tellíim:


  



 











You Know It's Me

Written, performed, recorded, mixed,
and mastered by J.A.R.
J.A.R.: vocals, guitars, bass, drums

From the album "You Know It's Me"
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(we will all die someday)
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