Father's Day
Written by Jack Sundrud, Craig Bickhardt and Helen Darling

Third Sunday every June I’m on the road back home
To celebrate the finest man I’ve ever known
I bought a tie he won’t wear
A silly card to make him laugh
You can bet he’ll have a few new jokes
If I know my old man

I’m heading home for Father’s Day
To hear him tell it like it was
Back when a man knew who to fight and who to trust
The world made sense, he’ll say to me
In the good old used to be
Or at least it seemed that way
In my father’s day

One job for forty years, one house and one wife
The kind of thing you seldom see in modern life
Oh, I love hearing his
Rose colored memories
I’ve heard ‘em all a hundred times
But there’s no place I’d rather be

I’m heading home for Father’s Day
To hear him tell it like it was
Back when a man knew who to fight and who to trust
The world made sense, he’ll say to me
In the good old used to be
Or at least it seemed that way
In my father’s day

I live my life so I can face him
Every year when I embrace him
I thank him for showing me the way

I’m heading home for Father’s Day
To hear him tell it like it was
Back when a man knew who to fight and who to trust
The world made sense, he’ll say to me
In the good old used to be
Or at least it seemed that way
In my father’s day

Third Sunday every June I’m on the road back home