My papa said don’t be a fool,
He said I had to be a man,
My dreams were as shallow as me,
But papa I had to be just me.
He said, “Son don’t go that road,
there’s nothing but just dust and mud”
He said to take the easy flight,
But papa I can’t breathe in the sky.
My papa wore the hardcore front,
He said chaps don’t whine like a gal,
He asked me to follow his way,
But papa I can’t fake it anymore.
My papa when died, held my hand.
Made me promise that I couldn’t cry,
I had to be the man of the house,
But papa I was merely just a boy.
Papa I wish I could tell you,
The surprise I had planned all along,
To show you I could be a man
While walking on the burning sand.