In this world of toil and stress,
a thing that I remember best
is driving that old tractor
My hands were small but through it all,
I could feel you take the wheel
Whenever I was veering off
Solomon, the patience of the skies above
Five children and five hundred hogs
Lawn mowers and endless chores
Without a scene you fed our dreams
And somehow found a solid ground
If I could be half the man that
Half the man, half the man
If I could be half the man
You can bet I'd rest contentedly
the things that I will need to be
And I stand inside your shoes
and find them hard to fill
Now you're here at four score years and
like a prayer you're always there
Without ever a one complaint,
Half the man, half the man,
if I could be half the man
That you are and I try to be
Half the man, half the man,
if I could be half the man
You can bet I'd rest contentedly
That you are and always will be
You can bet I dressed contentedly
You can bet I dressed contentedly
You can bet I dressed contentedly
