I wanted to be a better man than my father
Reality was that was not much of a challenge
Both of us did not lose many fights
The difference being I was fighting men
Had we have met in the ring
I would have had the advantage of being sober
A giant of a man when I was a boy
He towered over me and then it was mismatch
I wanted to grow up and be a better man
As a boy a policeman or fireman a Marine
The Marines said I was too tall for Submarines
Deaf in one ear and my sight was not good
Maybe I should join the Navy I get sea sick
Dad was a coward did not serve in World War Two
Thanks Dad, you did win the fight when I was eleven
"We need medical personal--send you to school"
But I hate the sight of blood, you do what you have to do
Working alone in the emergency room you see allot of blood
God had plans for me--Pulled that Pilot from the water
Two hundred stitches vomiting put him back together
I joined the Air Force, "Off we go--loved the song
"Son you suffer from vertigo--you have a crushed vertebrae!
God had plans for me that day and I wanted to be a baseball player
Son they haven't invented shoulder surgery your arm is dead
But Dad, I coached Little League and soccer
Two of my kids were chosen player of the year
I no longer dream of being a better man than my father
My goal today set a goal for my own children
All my kids in college or well be and the challenge of
growing up is over for me. All you can do is your best
and if I couldn't drink you under the table I could get up again