Story Of My Life

I don't know too much,
Too much of my old man.
I know he walked right out the door
And we never saw him again.
Last I heard he was at the bar doing himself in. I know I got that same disease,
I guess I got that from him.
This is the story of my old man,
Just like his father before him.
I'm telling you do anything you can,
So you don't end up just like them, like them. Monday he woke up and hated life,
Drank until Wednesday and left his wife. Thursday through Saturday lost everything,
Woke up on Sunday miserable again.

I remember baseball games
And working on the car.
He told me that he loved me
And that I would go far.
Showed me how to work hard
And stick up for my-self,
I wish he wasn't too hard to listen to himself.

This is the story of my old man,
Just like his father before him.
I'm telling you do anything you can,
So you don't end up just like them, like them. Monday he woke up and hated life, drank until Wednesday and left his wife.
Thursday through Saturday lost everything,
Woke up on Sunday miserable again...again...again.
Someday he'll wish that he made things right(made things right),
Long for his family and miss his wife(miss his wife),
Remember the days he had everything(everything),
Now he's alone and miserable again.