Kyle Park - Dont forget where you come from

^DI remember my old man ^DHe worked in the oil fields ^DAnd I could never understand ^Gwhy ^DThe dirt and greese on his hands ^DDriving home at sundown ^DMaking just enough to get us ^Gby

^AWhen I left home I swore I'd make it ^Grich some other way ^AI didn't know where I was going but my ^Gdad would always say Pray out ^Dloud, make us proud, and s^Gon don't forget where you come f^Drom

^DA few years out on the road ^DWorking on the high lines ^DI got laid off in the ^Gspring ^DI mowed yards and sold used cars ^DI worked nights down at the bars ^DYeah I tried damn near ever^Gything

^AI had to find my own way no ^Gmatter what he said ^ABut the sound of his voice was still ^Gringing in my head Pray out ^Dloud, make us proud, and ^Gson don't forget where you come ^Bmfrom

And I went ^Ahome to be by daddy's side be^Bmfore he passed away And I ^Anever will forget the last ^Dwords I heard him ^Gsay Pray out ^Dloud, make us proud, and ^Gson don't forget where you ^Dcome from

^DNow I'm breaking ground on my own ^DOceans of oil fields ^DAnd my hands get dirty every ^Gday ^DA big house in San Antone ^DI'm living the good life ^DBut my home seems far ^Gaway

^ANo matter where I am each night be^Gfore I fall asleep ^AI'll always think of what my ^Gdaddy said to me Pray out ^Dloud, make us proud and ^Gson don't forget to Pray out ^Dloud make us proud, and ^Gson don't forget where you ^Dcome from

^DI remember my old man ^DHe worked in the oil fields ^DAnd now I understand ^Gwhy