One, two, three, two, two, three.
I never heard my dad sing,
but he sure likes to play music loud.
Likes to dance up a storm,
the polite guy in a crowd.
As a young boy at school,
he was told not to open his mouth.
who did not like his sound
reveal the tough and intelligent man
Letting go's not his strong suit
and such things you cannot plan
He loved her like a young man again
As if no one had ever done him wrong
I'll be damned, he sang aloud
over the dividing sierras
It told us to love everything
and sent us a feel -good chill
Well I was there when the cowboys
of Baja played his favorite song
He looked like a young man again
As if no one had ever done him
the stars caught the light in his eyes
He quickly wiped away a tear
that he left in those magical skies
Well, I was there when the cowboys
had bought Lydia's baby son
He looked like a young man again,
as if no one had ever done him wrong
I'll be damned, he sang along
