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When I was a young lad I thought he was 15 feet tall,
He could carry on his back logs that a tractor should haul;
His voice was like thunder and he never had to speak to us twice,
Listen to your father, was always real good advise.
Now, he never did say much 'cause he knew how to speak with his eyes,
Sometimes his grin was really a laugh in disguise;
While the kids were gettin' badder the youngest who was starting to crawl,
Gazed t'ward the ceiling at a man who was 15 feet tall.
He's not a man who could sleep in, so he woke at the breaking of dawn,
As he fired up the wood stove, breakfast, and then he was gone;
Young and rambunctious we didn't realize it at all,
Come Sunday morning we would drive him straight up the wall.
He was tested to the limit at the end of each hard working day,
By a house full of boys while the girls brought sunshine his way;
But it seems that we were learning from the things that we heard and we saw,
From a man who was a mountain and stood about 15 feet tall.
Now the years went by quickly, in no time the kids they're all grown,
Some of us moved far away, raisin' kids of our own;
When I became a man, I realized that he's not big at all,
We stand shoulder to shoulder, but to me he's 15 feet tall.
We're shoulder to shoulder, but he's still 15 feet tall.
