The Night I Called The Old Man Out

Artists : Garth Brooks : The Night I Called The Old Man Out

The dining room fell silent,
I can’t believe what I just said.
I just told my dad he’s full of it,
And I watched his face turn red.
And I should’ve said "I’m sorry",
But I matched him shout for shout -
I can still hear that screen door slamming,
The night I called him out.

He said, "Son, it’s gonna hurt me more than it hurts you,"
But somehow I couldn’t help but have my doubts,
’Cause I’d seen my older brothers crawl back in the house,
Each time they called the old man out.

Fist to fist and eye to eye,
Standin’ toe to toe,
He would’ve let me walk away
But I just would not let it go.
Years of my frustration
Had let me to this night -
Now he’ll pay for all the times that he’s been right.

He said, "Son, it’s gonna hurt me more than it hurts you,"
But somehow I couldn’t help but have my doubts,
’Cause I’d seen my older brothers crawl back in the house,
Each time they called the old man out.

It was over in a minute,
That’s when I realized
That the blood came from my mouth and nose,
But the tears came from his eyes.
And in memory of that fateful night,
I know the greatest pain was his -
And I just pray some day I’m half the man he is.

He said, "Son, it’s gonna hurt me more than it hurts you,"
But somehow I couldn’t help but have my doubts,
’Cause I’d seen my older brothers crawl back in the house,
Each time they called the old man out.

Just like my older brothers,
I crawled back in the house,
The night I called the old man out.