[00:16.440]I got a picture of himbarefoot in the mud
[00:23.750]Behind his grandpa's plow an' two great mules
[00:31.390]When he turned ten years old, on May 8, '53.
[00:38.480]He grew up fearin' God in Washburn, Tennessee
[00:46.750]The closest thing he had to a Dad was his Uncle Bob
[00:53.980]An' he could only dream of things like little league baseball
[01:00.600]An' that little boy, with big blue eyes and calloused hands
[01:10.180]Huh, became my old man
[01:20.650]Well she was a Kentucky girl, born on Valentine's Day
[01:28.040]The fourth child of five to my Grandma, Eula May
[01:35.910]So shy and beautiful with sunset hair and emerald eyes
[01:42.910]Her Daddy spent his life workin' in the coal mines
[01:51.040]Now in my eyes, all my life, my Daddy's been a Saint
[01:58.020]But even Saints need Angels to show them the way
[02:05.190]And over thirty-seven years ago, he asked for Margaret Lynn's hand
[02:13.630]And that Angel married my old man
[02:18.750]And there were times I tried to buck, the truthful things they said
[02:28.840]But now I'm glad that, more than once, they rattled my stubborn head
[02:36.170]'Cause my folks are just like mountains, I looked at from afar
[02:43.490]But now the closer I get to them, the bigger they are
[02:53.180]The time seems to fly anymore, and the holidays are so far apart
[03:01.700]There's no way a 'phone call could express what's in my heart
[03:09.050]So this is just a song to say how greatful I am
[03:17.970]For Mamma and my old man
[03:26.160]For Mamma and my old man