ive got a picture of him barefoot in the mud   behind his grandpas plow and 2 grey mules   when he turned 10 years old in may of 53'   he grew up fearin god in washburn, tn   the closest thing he had to a dad was his    uncle bob, and he could only dream of things   like little league baseball. And that little boy   with big blue eyes and calused hands   huh, became my old man.      Well she was a kentucky girl born on    valentines day, the 4th child of 5 to my    grandma eula may..so shy and beautiful   with sunset hair and emeral eyes, her daddy   spent his life workin in the cold mines   now in my eyes all my life my daddys been a saint but even saints need angels to show them the way and over 37 years   ago he asked for maragert lynns hand   and that angel married my old man      there were times i tryed to buck the truthful things they said, but now glad    that more then once, they rattled my stubborn head..cuz my folks are just like mountains i looked at from a far and   now the closer i get to them, the bigger    they are   the time seems to fly anymore and the   holidays are so far apart.   theres no way a phone call could express   whats in my heart So this is just a song   to say how thankful i am   for mama and my old man   for mama ..and dad.