Story Behind the Song
Matt wrote this song some years ago, mostly about Ollie North, but it seems to fit the contours of some other "great" Americans and their somewhat clueless adoring fathers.
Lyrics
Oh my son, you're my hope
Oh my son, you're my pride
You're can-do, and you can do no wrong by me.
In a driving NSC
Still every night he says his prayers
He's can-do, he's can-do, he's can-do,
he's can-do
And what he does he doesn't need to do a second time.
Now I'm upstairs and I'm dressed
in my country's pullover flag
and I'm waving out the window
And I am screaming my consent
And I'm calling to my son
I said, "Son, what's that game?"
He said, "Dad, it's baseball."
I said, "That's great, son. I love the baseball."
Now it's Thanksgiving on the bench
And my son, he's been sent home
He's come home
I guess the pitching arm couldn't last
Come put it on ice
You'll be back in that game
You'll be back in that game
You're a hero
So you made up your own rules,
You're still a hero
You're my hero.
And I'm calling to my son
I said, "Son, what's that game?"
He said, "Dad, it's baseball."
I said, "That's great, son. I love the baseball."
He said, "Dad, it's baseball."
I said, "That's great, son. No further questions."
Oh, my son, there'll come your time
Oh my son, oh my pride
You're can-do
You've got a mandate from the people.
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