Dad, I remember your heyday,

You always used to say,

Chase what you love, you won’t work a day.

 

So I practiced my guitar,

Worked this fretboard so damn hard,

I can still hear your laugh, I sounded so bad. (singer to chuckle)

 

With every line of every song,

With every pick and every strum,

Your smile,

told me,

I was getting closer…

 

To standing up there, under the lights,

Singing from my heart every night,

All my songs sung back to me,

At the Grande Ole Opry,

Dad, I hope you can see,

You were everything to me.

 

I look up to the sky at night,

While playing your old 45s,

All your old friends giving their advice.

 

I remember how you cheered me on,

My first show at that Honky Tonk,

When the night got cold your coat kept me warm.

 

With every line of every song,

With every pick and every strum,

Your smile,

told me,

I was getting closer…

 

To standing up there, under the lights,

Singing from my heart every night,

All my songs sung back to me,

At the Grande Ole Opry,

Dad, I hope you can see,

You were everything to me.

 

Music & Production :David Vine

Lyrics: Linda de Bruijn & David Vine