My Father's Only Son

It's just a good excuse to watch the sun go down

On a gravel pit outside of town

My father had three daughters

So I became his only son



Summertime in Allen County

You can slice the air like bread

Pack up our old Rambler

With cane poles and little said



You never talk much in a fishin' boat

'Cause it just scares the fish away

You just give it time and watch your line



He's say, "Just an hour or two."

Some folks are always like that

And never really answer you



You never talk much in a fishin' boat

'Cause it just scares the fish away

You just give it time and watch your line



The sun goes down and why no one knows

I grew up out of my fishin' clothes

I told him once and he slowly smiled

That his only son was expecting a child



You never talk much in a fishin' boat

'Cause it just scares the fish away

You just give it time and watch your line



I'll remember all my life

My father's face in the deep twilight

In a boat under the evening sun

Throwin' back the little ones