Don't Forget Where You Come From

I remember my old man

He worked in the oil fields

And I could never understand why

The 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

I got laid off in the spring

I mowed yards and sold used cars

I worked nights down at the bars

Yeah, 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

And 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

Ocean of oil fields

And my hands get dirty every day

A big house in San Anton'

I'm living the good life

But my home seems far away

And no matter where I am each nigh before I fall asleep

I'll 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 fields

And now I understand why