Lyrics: Julia Frances Leahy
Music: Julia Frances Leahy
My old man was a very good man
Toughest man I’d ever seen
Married a pretty lady
O Lord, what a lady
the strength behind the man’s dreams
Though we had enough times still were tough
Though you’d never hear him complain
Cause my old man and his violin
Kept the faith and found the way
When he played
La La La La
Now my old man was a generous man
From a generation of old
Made his bread with his hands
For his heart was his land
But his music was his soul
So he played his song and passed it on
Which became the life we lived
For my old man only had one plan
We’d have a better life than he did
But then one day a few of us grew up
And heard another call
Soon hard words were spoke until
No words were spoke at all
And I think what finally broke the man
Was when he knew he had to let go
Cause he never did he ever could he ever understand
Why we loved our rock and roll
So he played
He worked all day and all night long
Just to have a place where we could sing our song
And the one thing most important to him
Was that we used the gift that to us had been given
And people round town said man you just don’t see
He said, you don’t go changin' what is meant to be
Meant to be
So he played
La La La La
So we played
La La La La