My Old Man Needs to Die (My new song)

I just wrote an new song. I hope you like it. It's called my old man needs to die. It's my story i.e. the story of how God saved me from alcoholism.

My Old Man Needs to Die

When I was young I got baptized to wash away my sins. But I did not have a clue that my old man could swim. I’ve struggled with him everyday since I was a child. But in my teens, about 15, my old man went wild.

I took a hit and had a sip and brother it was on. I drank it from a bottle and I smoked it from a bong. Three years passed, I turned 18, I said “I got to quit”. It’s way too much I’ve had enough my old man made me sick.

My old man needs to die. So I don’t act like Jekyll and Hyde. He’s my old man and he needs to die. My old man is not my dad. He’s the part of me that acts real bad. He’s my old man and he needs to die, he needs to die.

Twelve years went by and I was dry, I tried to be good. I went to church, I read the book, and I did those things I should. But my old man was still alive, waiting for control. I took one drink of whiskey and the devil took my soul.

My friends were Jack Daniels and his brother Jimmy Beam. I loved Smirnoff Vodka and everything between. It was like a little puppy to play with every night. But he grew into a pit-bull and took my away life.

My old man loves to drink. And he never turns the other cheek. He’s my old man and he needs to die. My old man put me in jail. But my wife came and paid my bale. She said “Your old man and he’s got to die, he’s got to die. (But he didn’t).

I was sitting in a biker bar 2am one night. Three bikers came to kick me out and I stood up strong to fight. I knew that I could take those three, but there were 15 more. Who grab me by shirt and kick me out the door. (Then one day it happened).

I was driving down the road one day, higher than a kite. I blacked out like so many times but this time I ran a light. Three cars were totaled in that wreck and no one hurt but me. They put me back in jail and that’s were I got free.

My old man went to rehab. And I gave up everything that’s bad. He’s my old man and he needs to die. My old man went to AA. And worked the 12 Steps day by day. He’s my old man and he needs to die, he needs to die.

Years have gone by and I’m still dry, I have not had a drink. But I still go to meetings, to change the way I think. I’m grateful for my family and my serenity. And most of all for Jesus Christ who died to set me free.

Now you may think since I don’t drink, that I am all cured. But my old man is patient and he knows just how to lure. I struggled with him every day, what a wretched man I am. Every time he rises up, I put him down again.

My old man knows how to sin. So I don’t want him back again. He’s my old man and he needs to die. My old man can’t be tamed. He’s always bad, he’ll change. He’s my old man and he needs to die, he needs to die.