Luke Combs / Jessi Alexander / Erik Dylan / Jonathan Singleton
There’s an old man in a La-Z-Boy
TV on a western, fast asleep
Gray in his hair, at least what’s left
But the heart of a lion beating in his chest
And there’s a little more slow in his go
A little less rock in his roll these days
But I remember him 10 feet tall and bulletproof
Throwing me a ball in cowboy boots
A whistle and the dogs start running
A whisper and Mama starts blushing
A wrench in his hand and a beer in the other
God couldn’t make a man any tougher
And that “S” on his chest is starting to fade
But I’ll always remember him that way
I used to think that he’d never get old
That kind of thing was for regular Joes
And he tries real hard to put up a fight
But I guess time is his kryptonite
‘Cause I remember him 10 feet tall and bulletproof
Throwing me a ball in cowboy boots
A whistle and the dogs start running
A whisper and Mama starts blushing
A wrench in his hand and a beer in the other
God couldn’t make a man any tougher
And that “S” on his chest is starting to fade
But I’ll always remember him that way
There’s a little more slow in his go
A little less rock in his roll these days
But I remember him 10 feet tall and bulletproof
Throwing me a ball in cowboy boots
A whistle and the dogs start running
A whisper and Mama starts blushing
A wrench in his hand and a beer in the other
God couldn’t make a man any tougher
Yeah, that “S” on his chest is starting to fade
But there’s some things time can’t erase
‘Cause I’ll always remember him that way
