Working - Fathers & Sons Lyrics

2012 Revised Version
Working the Musical - Fathers & Sons Lyrics

MIKE
I heard a lotta songs say "Where you going, my son?"
Now I know they're real
Boy, you never stop to think how fast the years run
And how much they steal
I remember you was three and a half
Your ma and me, we'd sit there after things got quieted
We'd laugh at some new word you'd said
How tough you were to get to bed
And we'd plan the night away
Plan it for our kid
I was your hero then
I couldn't do no wrong
As far as you were concerned
You thought I was the best of men
Tha tables hadn't turned
You hadn't learned
How little time it takes
And daddies make mistakes
Seems to me that lately I've been thinking a lot
Thinking about my dad
Lots of funny things come back I thought I'd forgot
Now they make me sad
High school, and it used to be
I didn't want him touching me
And I'd shudder if he did
Further back to summer nights
Baseball games beneath the lights
And sleeping in the car
My daddy and his kid
He was my hero then
He couldn't do no wrong
As far as I was concerned
I thought he was the wisest
And the strongest and the best of men
The tables hadn't turned
I hadn't learned
How little time it takes
And everybody breaks
And daddies make mistakes
MIKE (MEN)
I heard a lotta songs say "Where you going, my son?"
(Where you going?)
Now I know they're real
(Going)
Boy, you never stop to think how fast the years run
(How fast the years run)
And the things they steal
Now it seems I always knew
Why I do the things I do
And the things I never did
(I do the things I do)
Why I work my whole damn life
So's I can give a better life
Than the one my dad could give me
I give it to my kid

[Thanks to Ashen S for the lyrics]


Songs from musical: Working the Musical Lyrics
Fathers & Sons lyrics Working the Musical


Working the Musical Lyrics

SYNOPSIS
All The Livelong Day
Delivery
Nobody Tells Me How
Brother Trucker
Just A Housewife
Millwork
If I Could've Been
The Mason
It's an Art
Joe
A Very Good Day
Cleanin' Women
Fathers & Sons
Something to Point To