I Love My Dad Lyrics - Benji - Sun Kil Moon

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 

Oh, having no rules in my friend here have a 

I love my dad 

I love my dad 

I love my dad 

I love my dad 

Your kid goes to the private Berkley 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