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My son says this dinner has cost him some gold So Remember to thank him and give him a nod This way you won’t be remembered as being a clod. I remember my son when he was still in his crib Before he had learned how to fight and to fib. The years are gone where JD mows my Lawn And I am in wonder that those years are gone JD used to ask me all through the day If he could go out and run and play He is still related and is know as my son But he doesn’t have to ask me if he can have some fun. I am told that I don’t see it that I have it all wrong That I am gaining a daughter and not loosing a son Through the years and the tears that have come and gone T’is amazing he made it not being shot by a gun. He has calmed and has grown and even has his own phone He has begged and borrowed and got his own loans He does his own thing and he goes his own way He never knew that it would happen to him one day He thought and reasoned and even asked for advice What he has done is much more than just throwing the dice He was looking for something to put in his life Who knew it would turn out to be a wife Cheryl’s her name and nursing her game To marry a redneck might bring her shame They are so different they just seem so wrong Sounds like something you’d hear from an old country song When they’re together they fit like a glove Some call it flirting maybe its love I see in their eyes something they can’t fake it By gollie I think that they might just make it Raise your glasses and join me. Let’s give ‘em our best Their whole life is ahead and they’ll soon need a rest Instead of planning and plotting and telling us maybes They will get busy and have boatloads of babies! |