Father To The Man

My dad worked in a factory
I tried it too but I couldn’t do
With the tedium of the everyday 
I flunked out I’m not ashamed to say
While he was steady I was a flake
I lived my life from scrape to scrape
Now I’m older I’m a lot like him
History coming back again
I’ve got this name and it doesn’t fit
I don’t know what I can do about it
They say the child is the father to the man 
I’ll just do what I can

Started out on the factory floor
Worked his way through the boardroom door
Voted for the right wing all his life 
Though I tried hard he couldn’t see the light
I loved my dad but I don’t want to be him
A history coming back again
I’ve got this name and it doesn’t fit
I don’t know what I can do about it
They say the child is the father to the man 
I’ll just do what I can

Eric - electric and acoustic guitars, bass guitar
Steve Goulding - drums
Ross Goldstein - Vox Continental organ
Alex Turnquist - electric 12 string
Amy Rigby - Moog Opus, background vocals

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