[Verse 1]
Back when my boots barely fit my feet,
I’d follow Dad down the dusty street.
He’d say, “Hold tight, son, the reins are yours,
This life ain’t easy, but it’s worth the chores.”
[Chorus]
I was my dad’s buckaroo, learning slow,
Riding the lessons he’d never let go.
Now I see the man he knew I could be,
Thanks for the hard times, Dad, they set me free.
[Verse 2]
I’d grumble, sweat, under summer’s glare,
Mending fences in the August air.
But he’d just smile, “Boy, this is how you grow,
Every callus tells a story you ought to know.”
[Prechorus]
And I swore I’d never raise my kids the same,
But now I hear his wisdom every time they call my name.
[Chorus]
I was my dad’s buckaroo, learning slow,
Riding the lessons he’d never let go.
Now I see the man he knew I could be,
Thanks for the hard times, Dad, they set me free.
[Bridge]
Every bruise, every blister, every tear I cried,
He knew they’d build the strength I’d need inside.
Now I watch my boy with his small, proud stride,
And I see my dad walking right beside.