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My father is an old fashioned man
He worked the soil for years
Picture him farmer if you can

Then he decided to leave the farm
Too many kids too little money
He'd drive truck what would be the harm

Coast to coast, or anywhere
He drove big trucks and little ones too
Freight or fuel he didn't care

Just so he could pay his bills
Feed his family and cure its ills
He didn't do speed or take any pills

Sooner or later he would be home
Spend some time and on the road again
He just pulled out for Georgia city of Rome

We were always missing dad
Around our table of thanks
He is the greatest

LOve...Jaqi 2006