I am my father's son
I've never known when to shut up
I ain't fooling no one

I am my father's son
we don't see eye to eye
and ill be the first to admit Ive never tried

it sure hurts me, it should hurt sometime
we don't see eye to eye
I was a young man when


I went down the same road as my old man
I was younger then

now its three am and Im standing in the kitchen
holding my last cigarrette
strike a match and I see my reflection in the mirror in the hall

and i say to myself
I've got my mama's eyes
her long thin frame and her smile

and i still see wrong from right
cuz I've got my mama's eyes
yea I've got my mama's eyes