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 ten-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 ten-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 ten-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.