He was not the kind of man that would walk you to school hand in hand he was hard work leathered and tan and he spoke with a throat full of sand me I'd hang on every word you never know what you might learn Son, don't let your horseshoes point down never put a blade in the ground always look a man right square in the eye don't let the good life pa** you by any little problem of mine he'd spit and say boy you'll be fine he knew that there'd come a time when I'd find real mountains to climb life can be cruel to us all sooner or later we fall Son, don't let your horseshoes point down never put a blade in the ground always look a man right square in the eye don't let the good life pa** you by I only ever once saw him cry the day that his own mother died just one tear in the corner of his eye then he smiled and said, softly, goodbye Me I've got two of my own and a love that is solid as stone like a stone Son, don't let your horseshoes point down never put a blade in the ground always look a man right square in the eye don't let the good life pa** you by