Rivers Run from Many Waters

My great grandfather was a rake and a rambler
Good with the women but not a good gambler
Bet away a fortune, and lost a family business
Deep in East Texas, he died with no witness
A son of a son, a father of fathers
Rivers run from many waters
My grandfather could be called a free thinker
A poet, a painter, a pretty heavy drinker
He’d show me his workshop on Galveston Island
We’d go watch the ocean, he was a kind man
My father tells me, that he’s born again
Says he’s not lonely 'cause Jesus is a good friend
Dad comes to visit and we get to talkin'
Get past the tension when he first walks in
I can hear him when he wakes up and I fix his breakfast
Take him on school days, help him to get dressed
Everyday he’s bigger, learning all that he can
Says he’ll be a daddy when he’s a grown man