I Love My Dad (Live)

When I was young my father taught me not to gloat
 If I came home too proud of myself I get wrestled to the floor and choked
 But I forgive him for that
 He was an eighth grade drop out and I was being a brat
 I forgive him, I do
 I know that he loves me and he knows I love him too
 When I was young my father told me, to each his own
 The lady said as she kissed the cow
 Some like the fiddle, some like the trombone
 And I live by that rule
 Your trip is your trip and my trip is my trip too
 Yeah, I'll mind my own business
 I'll have an O'Douls and my friend here will have a Guinness
 I love my dad
 I love my dad
 I love my dad
 I love my dad
 Your kid goes to the private Berkeley school with one black kid
 My kid goes to the public school, came home with cracked ribs
 And when my kid's eighteen
 He'll be out there like I was and probably chasing his dreams
 And when your kid's twenty-two
 He'll have an internship at a law firm and hey that's okay too
 When I was five I came home from kindergarten crying cause they sat me next to an albino
 My dad said son everyone's different, you gotta love em all equally
 And then my dad sat me down
 He said you gotta love all people, pink, red, black, or brown
 And then just after dinner
 He played me the album They Only Come Out At Night by Edgar Winter
 When I was young my dad taught me the beauty of patience
 We'd go and hang with his friend Billy Brislin all day in his Stubenville basement
 We'd watch wrestling matches on TV and Billy couldn't move cause he was handicapped
 And I learned to shoot the shit
 And how to care for those in need and to show respect
 When I was a kid my dad brought home a guitar he got from Sears
 I took lessons from a neighbour lady but it wasn't going anywhere
 He went and got me a good teacher
 And in no time at all I was getting better
 I can play just fine
 I still practice a lot but not as much as Nels Cline
 When I was young my dad told me to pay gossip no mind
 When people talk bad on you you gotta flick it off your shoulder like a fly
 Learn to pick your punches, don't get no tussles, dead end ditches
 Life is short young man
 Get out there and make the best of it while you can
 I ain't trying to say my dad was some kind of a perfect saint
 When something set him off, I hit the floor quicker than what Mike Tyson did to Ricky Spain
 I hit the floor so fast
 But that was so long ago and we both moved past
 My life is pretty good
 I owe it to him, my dad did the best he could
 I love you dad
 I love you dad
 I love you dad
 I love you dad