hello old man have you room for a wanderer running from his checkered past no i m not your favorite son i never even tied for last do you still cuss the dirt and pray for rain stubborn as the sun and twice as vain think about all you have done before you tell me you ain t wandered none now your wayward son has come back home what d you think about me while i was gone old man when i was on your knee didn t you think i d turn out to be like me hello old man the world is strange cuts you up and mends you back again you got your scars in a forgotten war mine i got on bar room floors well you told me tales when i was a child lord they made me wonder and made me wild i guess i had to be like you there weren t no war but i made do hello old man life rolls along i m just trying to reap what you have sown you never wished me well on the night i left but in my eyes you saw yourself you should have known i d turn out to be like you