[Verse 1] Born in Missouri down the black dirt trails He had calloused hands, dirt under his nail The youngest of seven with a hard old start Lost his daddy before he learned the part He left his home at fourteen years, No long good-byes, and no room for tears, Worked the fields as a hired hand Made his own way and became a man [Chorus] I called him Pop, he didn’t say much, Didn’t show love, but I felt his touch, Through long hard days and a lifetime of sweat, A man of few words but lots of regrets. He never said “son, I’m proud of you,” But I knew it in the things he’d do, With silence and grit, his love didn’t stop That’s why I called him Pop. [Verse 2] He worked the Arsenal when the war broke out, Tried to serve, but his heart gave out, Still he labored hard every day Made his own rules and lived his own way He drank too much, he swore a lot, Said he didn’t need the God we got, Two wives deep ‘fore Mom came along, She saw the good beneath the wrong. [Chorus] I called him Pop, he didn’t say much, Didn’t show love, but I felt his touch, Through long hard days and a lifetime of sweat, A man of few words but lots of regrets. He never said “son, I’m proud of you,” But I knew it in the things he’d do, With silence and grit, his love didn’t stop That’s why I called him Pop. [Bridge - Slower Tempo] Then came the stroke when I turned twenty, I thought my time with him was spent, But God had mercy, gave him plenty, Of time to learn what grace meant. He found his faith, found peace at last, Let go of his pride, let go of his past, And in that hospital, weak and worn, I saw the man I’d been praying for. [Final Chorus] I called him Pop, He said, “I love you,” Three little words I had longed to hear When I looked into his eyes I saw a man who was changed inside Now he’s gone where the good men go, Where Grace is free and Mercy flows, He’s with his Father, and I won’t stop — Till I see my Pop. [Spoken Tag] Yeah, He’s with his Father, and I won’t stop — Till I see my Pop. [End]
