Don't Forget Where You Come From

I remember my old man, he worked in the oil field

And I could never understand why

With dirt and grease on his hands, driving home at sundown

Making just enough to get us by

When I left home, I swore I'd make it rich some other way

I didn't know where I was going, but my dad would always say

"Pray out loud, make us proud, and son

Don't forget where you come from."

A few years out on the road working on the high lines

But got laid off in the spring

I mowed yards and sold used cars, worked nights down at the bar

Yea I tried damn near everything

I had to find my own way no matter what he said

But the sound of his voice was still ringing in my head

"Pray out loud, make us proud, and son

Don't forget where you come from."

I went home to be by Daddy's side before he passed away

And I never will forget the last words I heard him say

"Pray out loud, make us proud, and son

Don't forget where you come from."

Now I'm breaking ground on my own oceans of oil fields

And my hands get dirty every day

A big house in San Antone, I'm living the good life

But my home seems far awawy

And no matter where I am, each night before I fall asleep

I always think of what my daddy said to me

"Pray out loud, make us proud, and son

Don't forget to

Pray out loud, make us proud, and son

Don't forget where you come from."

I remember my old man

He worked in the oil field

And now I understand why