He was 5 foot 8 inches Good with his hands Left part of his childhood in Vietnam If you gave him hell he'd give it right back to you Upright and honest his collar was blue Could fix anything with a hand full of tools Probably the smartest man I ever knew He wasn't perfect he had his flaws I don't make excuses for the man he was He said work for a living and don't throw the first punch Say grace at the table and don't drink too much If you needed something he'd give you his shirt But you mess with his kids you're gonna get hurt that's a man I still remember my first big game I wanted to live up to my daddy's name When I missed that pa** dad said Son I'm still proud of you That's all it took to dry up my tears A few words from dad that a boy needs to hear Two weeks ago we laid my dad in the ground The last thing he said was you're the man of the house.....now I work hard for a living I don't throw the first punch Say grace at my table and I don't drink too much If you're needing something I'd give you my shirt But you mess with my little boy somebody's gonna get hurt I'm 5 foot 8 inches my collar its blue And I do pretty well with a hand full of tools I'm trying my best to fill my daddy's shoes If you give me hell I'll give it right back to you If I could be half the man that he was that's good enough for me