The story behind this song
He taps the barometer every morning like the weather owes him the truth, keeps a pocketknife sharp since 1962, and whistles the same four notes so the screen door knows it's him. Three generations learned patience in that garage, between the two-stroke fuel and the wood shavings.
Every dad at the table is doing his best impression of him — and they all know it. For the grandpa the whole family tree grew from.
Lyrics
Tap the barometer, pour the coffee —
some men never change.
some men never change.
You tap that barometer every morning
like the weather owes you the truth,
pocketknife sharp in your left front pocket
since nineteen sixty-two.
The garage still smells like two-stroke fuel
and wood shavings on the floor,
where you taught three generations
what patience is for.
like the weather owes you the truth,
pocketknife sharp in your left front pocket
since nineteen sixty-two.
The garage still smells like two-stroke fuel
and wood shavings on the floor,
where you taught three generations
what patience is for.
Dad learned it from you.
I learned it from him.
I learned it from him.
Happy Father's Day to the father of them all —
the oak the whole yard grew from, still standing tall.
Every dad around this table
is doing his best impression of you.
Raise 'em up — to the father of them all.
the oak the whole yard grew from, still standing tall.
Every dad around this table
is doing his best impression of you.
Raise 'em up — to the father of them all.
You whistle the same four notes coming in
so the screen door knows it's you,
keep peppermints for the little ones
and let 'em win at horseshoes too.
You never said much about love out loud —
you just fixed what we brought you broke,
drove four hours for a recital
and called it a Sunday drive.
so the screen door knows it's you,
keep peppermints for the little ones
and let 'em win at horseshoes too.
You never said much about love out loud —
you just fixed what we brought you broke,
drove four hours for a recital
and called it a Sunday drive.
Dad learned it from you.
I learned it from him.
I learned it from him.
Happy Father's Day to the father of them all —
the oak the whole yard grew from, still standing tall.
Every dad around this table
is doing his best impression of you.
Raise 'em up — to the father of them all.
the oak the whole yard grew from, still standing tall.
Every dad around this table
is doing his best impression of you.
Raise 'em up — to the father of them all.
Someday some kid not born yet
will tap a barometer just like that,
and won't know why it feels like home.
That's you. That's where it's at.
will tap a barometer just like that,
and won't know why it feels like home.
That's you. That's where it's at.
Happy Father's Day to the father of them all —
the oak the whole yard grew from, still standing tall.
Every dad around this table
is doing his best impression of you.
Raise 'em up — to the father of them all.
the oak the whole yard grew from, still standing tall.
Every dad around this table
is doing his best impression of you.
Raise 'em up — to the father of them all.
Tap the barometer, pour the coffee —
don't ever change, old man.
don't ever change, old man.
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