My Old Man - John Prine

I miss the old man tonight

And I wish he was here with me

With his corny jokes and his cheap cigars

He could look you in the eye and sell you a car

That’s not an easy thing to do

But no one ever knew

A more charming creature on this old earth

Than my old man

He was a pilot in the big war

In the U.S. Army Air Corps

In a C-47 with a heavy load

Carryin' combat cargo for Burma Road

And after they dropped the bomb

He came home and married mom

And not too long after that

He became my old man

And oh, the fights that we had

When my brother and me got him mad

He’d get all boiled up and he’d start to shout

We knew what was comin' so we tuned him out

And now the old man is gone

And I’d give all I own

To hear what he said when I wasn’t listenin'

To my old man

Well, I miss my old man tonight

And I can almost see his face

He was always tryin' to watch his weight

His heart only made it to fifty-eight

And for the first time since he died

Late last night I cried

I was wonderin' when I was gonna' go and do that

For my old man