My Old Man

G F#m G D G A D A D D F#m G D These days I do all I can, like my old man. D F#m These days the state I'm in. G A D Sometimes I can feel just like him D G D Feel like Im standing in his his shoes, G D the very ones he would use. G D The watery decks on the Atlantic sea F#m G D look at me. Well it gets fairly uncertain up here G D in this slippery spotlight my dear G D I've been doing this for thirty-odd years, A5 still hardly quite there G A Still all in all all I do what I can A G A like my old man A G A like my old man D like my old man D F#m 200 fools took all they knew G A D they went to war he went to - my my old man. D F#m G A When it was done most of them came home he came too. D He couldn't stay on G D So he sailed away for thirty-odd years. G He came home Christmas time D and in the young summer years G F#m G and mama raised five kids on a wave and a prayer G D G D I've got four of my own and I talk to them on the phone G D I got these lines on my face and my hands A and all I can't do for them G A but still all in all I do all I can A G A like my old man A G A like my old man D like my old man G Been drinking a bit F#m should probably quit. G D This won't be no top 40 hit G D but I keep doing it all of these years. G D Stuck up in this slippery spotlight my dear. G D Gets just as uncertain up here G A as the red sky when morning clears. G A What do I care, seen red sky for years A G A like my old man A G A like my old man A G A like my old man D like my old man G F#m G D G A D A D