Bm A/C# D Iâve heard all the stories of you back in your prime G A When you held all your pride in hands stained Bm A/C# D And youâd go to work for breadcrumbs and dirt G A So your kids could stand tall in their names Andâyou'dâtoldâme "Son, there areâthings to beâdone when you're older and stronger like me." You give all you have just to be a good dad And you'll die a thousand times just to please Chorus: G A Bm A/C# D Old man, the blood that youâve bled and the mouths that youâve fed at your door G A Bm A/C# D Old man, the sweat that youâve poured proves that they donât make 'em like you no more G A Bm A/C# D Old man, the dinners youâve missed so your daughters could eat at this table G A Bm A/C# D Old man, I would give back all the things that youâve lacked if I was able I've never seen you smile like you did out in Pineville When the crowd screamed the words of your kid You told me "Boy, it's been a long hard road in this life that I've chose for my kin And I wish and, I pray I could go back in time, so I could raise up this family again." Chorus I've heard all the stories of you back in your prime How you held all your pride in hands stained | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA C# D G Bm |