The Good Ol' Days with Dad

[Verse]
Under the morning mist, we grabbed our poles,
Heading to the creek where the river rolls,
Dad taught me to cast, let the lure fly,
In the silent dawn, beneath the sky.

[Verse 2]
Come autumn air, when the leaves turn red,
We'd head to the woods where the deer are bred,
Dad's old rifle in his steady hand,
Tracking the trail through our homeland.

[Chorus]
Oh, the good ol' days with my dad,
Fishing and hunting, the times we had,
Hands on the rod, eyes on the prey,
Lessons in life, in the simplest way.

[Verse 3]
Campfire lit, as the night drew near,
Charred fish cooking, stories clear,
Dad’s voice low, under the stars so grand,
I’d lay my head, with dreams safely planned.

[Verse 4]
Years roll by, but the memories stay,
Of early dawns and the deer we'd weigh,
Each cast and shot, now treasures gold,
Timeless tales, forever told.

[Bridge]
Now I take my son to that same ol' creek,
Teach him the cast, show him where to seek,
In these woods and waters, true bonds are made,
Life lessons passed, in this family trade.

country acoustic slow