Verse 1
My old man smells like diesel and dawn,
Sunrise burned into the lines he’s drawn.
Sweat on his brow, gravel in his hands,
Callused prayers from working land.
Retired now but he don’t slow down,
Still walks them fences, still makes his rounds.
Neighborly heart, patient as rain,
A quiet kind of stubborn runs in his veins.
Chorus
My old man don’t talk just to hear it sound,
He lets his life say what he means right out loud.
If you’re waiting on him, you’re already behind,
He’s burning daylight, every damn time.
Yeah the world keeps spinning on a simpler plan,
I learned how to stand from my old man.
Verse 2
He taught me seasons, wind and sign,
When to hold steady, when to draw the line.
Hunter’s eyes, fisherman’s calm,
Grandpa’s laugh like a steady balm.
Coffee black, boots by the door,
Same sunrise he’s seen a thousand before.
Doesn’t rush words, but they land just right,
Truth don’t need dressing when it’s earned by life.
Chorus
My old man don’t talk just to hear it sound,
He lets his life say what he means right out loud.
If you’re waiting on him, you’re already behind,
He’s burning daylight, every damn time.
Yeah the world keeps spinning on a simpler plan,
I learned how to stand from my old man.
Verse 3
Now there’s trouble down by the old fence line,
Cattle gone missing, crossed that line.
Deer dropped dead where they don’t belong,
Taking what’s his like nothing’s wrong.
He didn’t raise his voice, didn’t wave his hand,
Just stood there solid like the land.
He looked them square, calm and plain,
Said, “Draw you a picture?” and let silence explain.
Bridge
There’s a kind of justice you don’t shout or chase,
It’s written in sweat and earned with grace.
You don’t need anger when you’ve got ground,
And a name that still carries weight around.
Chorus
My old man don’t talk just to hear it sound,
He lets his life say what he means right out loud.
If you’re waiting on him, you’re already behind,
He’s burning daylight, every damn time.
Yeah the world keeps spinning on a simpler plan,
I learned how to stand from my old man.
Outro
When the sun goes down on fields he ran,
And the dust settles soft on a weathered man,
I’ll hear his voice in the back of my head,
Burning daylight, son, keep moving ahead. 🌾🎸
