My Old Man
Groovy roots reggae with acoustic guitar, laid-back rhythm, warm bass, male vocals, and a rebel vibe. Honest, soulful, and relaxed with a message.
My Old Man
Groovy roots reggae with acoustic guitar, laid-back rhythm, warm bass, male vocals, and a rebel vibe. Honest, soulful, and relaxed with a message.
Lyrics
!!! Created by Wolle and Baninger73 !!!
Intro (spoken/sung)
He don’t wear no tie,
He don’t tell no lie,
He walks barefoot in the street –
and still he’s twice the man you’ll ever be!
Strophe 1
My old man, he never liked the crown,
He said, “I don’t kneel, I just sit down.”
He played guitar under the trees,
And rolled his smokes in the summer breeze.
Refrain
He’s got no gold, he’s got no plan,
But he's the freest kind of man.
Laughs at power, sings out loud,
My old man – he makes me proud.
Strophe 2
He didn’t go to fancy school,
He said, “Don’t need books to spot a fool.”
He taught me love, not war or hate,
And how to smile when things ain’t great.
Refrain
He’s got no gold, he’s got no plan,
But he's the freest kind of man.
Laughs at power, sings out loud,
My old man – he makes me proud.
Strophe 3
He grows tomatoes in the yard,
And never worked a day too hard.
He’d rather live with less and peace,
Than sell his soul for a shiny lease.
Refrain
He’s got no gold, he’s got no plan,
But he's the freest kind of man.
Laughs at power, sings out loud,
My old man – he makes me proud.
Strophe 4
The cops don’t like the way he talks,
But he just smiles and takes long walks.
He says, “If freedom is a crime,
Then lock me up, I’ll do my time.”
Refrain (let it roll)
He’s got no gold, he’s got no plan,
But he's the freest kind of man.
Laughs at power, sings out loud,
My old man – he makes me proud.
Outro (spoken with groove)
Yeah... my old man,
He’s poor in coins...
But rich in soul.