(Steve Goodman)
I miss the old man tonight, I wish he was here with me
With his corny jokes and his cheap cigar
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 finer man in all this land
Than my old man
He never talked about his war, in France when he was eighteen
The day they put him in a trench was the day he learnt sense
And he never again used violence
He got out of uniform
Came home and married mum, and not so very long after that
He was my old man
I remember the fights we had, my sisters and I got him mad
He'd get all boiled up, he'd sometimes shout
We knew what was coming so we tuned him out
Now the old man's gone
I'd give all I own to know what he said when I wasn't listening
To my old man
I miss the old man tonight, I can almost see his face
He was always trying to watch his weight
But his heart only made it to fifty-eight
For the first time since he died
Late last night I cried - I wondered when I was going to do that
For my old man
(as sung by Iain MacKintosh)
Susannes Folksong-Notizen English Notes
