Capo 1

                               
Hello old man, have you room for a wanderer 
                     [bad word] from his checkered past 
                     
No I'm not your favorite son 
                
I never even tied for last 

Do you still cuss the dirt and pray for rain 
Stubborn as the sun and twice as vain 
Think about all you have done 
Before you tell me you ain't wandered none 

 [bad word] 
                              
Now your wayward son [bad word] back home 
                                 
What'd you think about me while I was gone 
                      
Old man when I was on your knee 
                                     
Didn't you think I'd turn out to be like me 

Hello old man, the world is strange 
Cuts you up and mends you back again 
You got your scars in a forgotten war 
Mine I got on bar room floors 
Well you told me tales when I was a child 
Lord they made me wonder and made me wild 
I guess I had to be like you
There weren't no war but I made do 

 [bad word] 

Solo

Hello old man life rolls along 
I'm just trying to reap what you have sown 
You never wished me well on the night I left 
But in my eyes you saw yourself 

 [bad word] 

You should have known I'd turn out to be like you.