[Verse] He's a grumpy old man, fussin' all the time, You might call him an asshole, but he's mine. Can't do nothin' right, always causin' a scene, But Lord, I love him, rough as he may seem. [Verse 2] He sets on the porch, coffee in hand, Curse words flyin' like a wild demand. Criticizin' the neighbors for how they act, But deep down inside, his heart stays intact. [Chorus] Yeah, he's rough on the outside, but his heart is real true, Through all the fussin' and fightin', I know what to do. Stand by his side, on this rocky ol' line, He might be an asshole, but he's mine. [Verse 3] He yells at the TV, politics and sports, His temper's short, never any retorts. But late at night, when the world's gone still, He holds my hand, and that gives me a thrill. [Verse 4] He grumbles and groans 'bout aches and pains, Thinks he's gonna melt if there's any bit of rain. But fetch him his slippers, and a drink or two, You'll find that old softy peeking through. [Chorus] Yeah, he's rough on the outside, but his heart is real true, Through all the fussin' and fightin', I know what to do. Stand by his side, on this rocky ol' line, He might be an asshole, but he's mine.
