The story behind this song
He's in a gown that ties in the back, griping at the nurses about the jello and asking who's been in his garage moving his tools around. The machine beeps out a rhythm the family is learning by heart, but his grip still has that iron in it. His list of yard chores is still stuck to the fridge in pen, the workshop smelling of cedar shavings on the far side of that door.
For the stubborn old man at the bedside of a scare — one more sunrise, one more fight about the thermostat, and the chair right where he left it.
Lyrics
They got you in a gown, old man
Bet you're already complaining
Bet you're already complaining
You're griping at the nurses 'bout the jello and the news
Asking who's been in your garage and moving 'round your tools
That machine beeps out a rhythm and we're learning every tone
But your grip's still got that iron, so we know you're coming home
Asking who's been in your garage and moving 'round your tools
That machine beeps out a rhythm and we're learning every tone
But your grip's still got that iron, so we know you're coming home
You never quit a thing in your life
Don't you dare start now
Don't you dare start now
One more sunrise, old man — and a thousand after that
One more fight about the thermostat, we'll even let you win
The coffee's on, the dog still waits, your chair's right where you sat
Get up slow, get up swinging — we need you back again
One more fight about the thermostat, we'll even let you win
The coffee's on, the dog still waits, your chair's right where you sat
Get up slow, get up swinging — we need you back again
We found your list of yard chores stuck to the fridge in pen
Half the town's been calling, asking when you're back again
The smell of your old workshop, cedar shavings on the floor
It's all just sitting, waiting, on the far side of that door
Half the town's been calling, asking when you're back again
The smell of your old workshop, cedar shavings on the floor
It's all just sitting, waiting, on the far side of that door
The doctor says you're stubborn
We said: sir, we know
We said: sir, we know
One more sunrise, old man — and a thousand after that
One more fight about the thermostat, we'll even let you win
The coffee's on, the dog still waits, your chair's right where you sat
Get up slow, get up swinging — we need you back again
One more fight about the thermostat, we'll even let you win
The coffee's on, the dog still waits, your chair's right where you sat
Get up slow, get up swinging — we need you back again
You taught us not to flinch when the road gets steep and long
So we're standing at your bedside, singing back your own old song
So we're standing at your bedside, singing back your own old song
One more sunrise, old man — and a thousand after that
One more fight about the thermostat, we'll even let you win
The coffee's on, the dog still waits, your chair's right where you sat
Get up slow, get up swinging — we need you back again
One more fight about the thermostat, we'll even let you win
The coffee's on, the dog still waits, your chair's right where you sat
Get up slow, get up swinging — we need you back again
Sixty-eight degrees, old man
Just like you like it — come home
Just like you like it — come home
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