Mick

Mick

 Marietta, Georgia, USA
BandBluesSinger/Songwriter

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My Father's Faith

Written By: Mick Hart

My Father’s Faith

My old man’s a man of faith
God bless his soul
He raised me that way
In a Southern church on Cherry Street where we prayed
Where I found God on a typical Southern day

My parents split when I was ten
The deacons said, “Man that’s a sin
in a Southern church on Cherry Street where we pray”
So they cast my father away

There’s just too many folks
Got nothing to say
But, “You ain’t living right boy do it our way
in a Southern church on Cherry Street where we pray”
I’m sorry my friend I done tried it your way

I was too young to comprehend
The guilt he felt when judged for a sin
In a Southern church on Cherry Street where we prayed
My Father’s faith in forgiveness would help me one day

I’m older now, and I don’t understand
How the role of Christ can be played by a man
In a Southern church on Cherry Street where we prayed
So I dropped my religion, but I kept my Father’s faith

There’s just too many folks
Got nothing to say
But, “You ain’t living right boy do it our way
in a Southern church on Cherry Street where we pray”
I’m sorry my friend I done found a better way
I’ve kept my Father’s faith; so, I know I’m gonna be OK

The Country Store

Written By: Mick Hart

The Country Store

There’s a hand painted sign saying welcome y’all
Next to a dish and a CB antenna
Men dipping Skoal and
Women dipping snuff
While the kids eat crackers and viennas

You’ll see some folks relaxing in rocking chairs
Saying howdy as you pass through the door
You’ll find gizzards, wings, okra, and tater logs
Beneath heat lamps at the front of the store

Take a drive down a winding country road
To a country store where life’s stress erodes
You might see me there with a beer in my hand
Saying howdy, y’all come on in

In the cooler Mad Dog 20/20
Pabst blue ribbon, Bud, Miller, soft drinks
Souse and bologna for your sandwiches
Night crawlers, eggs, bacon, and condiments

Pickled eggs, pigs’ feet, pigs’ ears, and cow tongues
Swimming in glass jars near the check out stand
Five bucks gets you a meal and a “Thank You Man!”
In need of help gets you a helping hand

Take a drive down a winding country road
To a country store where life’s stress erodes
You might see me there with a beer in my hand
Saying howdy, y’all come on in

When You Were Young

Written By: Mick Hart

When You Were Young

When you were young
Disney played
Countless times each day
“Again” you’d say. I’d push play
When you were young

When you were young
We watched the sun
Fade behind the hill
In your room, we read “Goodnight Moon”
When you were young

Fathers know
Their daughters grow
Letting go ain’t ever easy
I hope they know
We love them so

When you were young
I watched you ride. I watched every stride
Your pony made
When you showed, your face would glow
As bright as mine

When you were young
The time we shared, good and bad, were
The best times I’ve ever had
I held your hand and became a man
When you were young

Fathers know
Their daughters grow
Letting go ain’t ever easy
I hope they know
We love them so

When you were young
I knew we’d come
Down this path through time
Now here we are. You’ve come so far
I’m so proud

Fathers know
Their daughters grow
Letting go ain’t ever easy
I hope you know
I love you so