David Van Driessen - Chopping Wood with My Father lyrics

rate me

My father never liked me much

He said that I was weak

He cursed my glasses and my hair

He called me hippy freak

For years I tried to win his love

Through poetry and song

Then Alzheimer’s destroyed his mind

And he won’t last for long

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Chopping wood with my father

Raise the axe blade high

The old man doesn’t know my name

And soon he’s gonna die, boys,

Yes, soon he’s gonna die

My brother Tom was strong and fast

A Special Forces star

Dad punched me out the day Tom died

On a mission in Qatar

And still I tried to please him

I washed his Cadillac

But the only time that we were close

Was chopping wood out back

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