He sat down, picked up the phone and said Boy, I'm your old man
He touched the glass between the two, as if to shake his hand
The boy he didn't budge, not even so much as a blink
The man said oh come on, boy, better late than never, don't ya thinkHe said I read it in the paper, can't believe you're 21
And I can't believe some son of mine could do the things I hear you've done
He went on like some big hero, who flew in to save the day
And the boy said if your here, to steer me right, man, its too lateYou had to be there, and I'm talkin' from from day one
That's the only time a dad should talk through glass to his new son
You'd have to go back, and teach me how when I was nine
Cause my mama couldn't throw a ball even if she had the time
I should have been learning how to fish, instead of learning how to smoke
I bet if you'd of whooped my tail, I'd never thought it was a joke
He said sometimes the will for doing wrong is way too strong for any mama's prayers
You had to be thereThe man said, boy, I'm sorry that you hate me like you do
The boy said dry it up man, we ain't making this about you
Its about a teenage girl against the world cause she was left there high and dry
Its about a kid who might have stood a whole lot better shot at lifeYou had to be there, and I'm talkin' from from day one
That's the only time a dad should talk through glass to his new son
You'd have to go back and teach me how when I was nine
Cause my mama couldn't throw a ball even if she had the time
I should have been learning how to fish, instead of learning how to smoke
I bet if you'd of whooped my tail I'd never thought it was a joke
He said sometimes the will for doing wrong is way too strong for any mama's prayer
You had to be thereBefore the boy hung up the phone, he said they say me I'm out of time
And it hit the man, right there and then
My god son, so am I
Songwriters
BEATHARD, CASEY / WRIGHT, KENNETHPublished by
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