Words and Music by Catesby Jones
Prospect Hill Music   BMI

My Boy

I remember when you were born, holding you close all safe and warm
Praying you wouldn't be like me, a bundle of insecurities
That you might thrive and rise above, live a life of joy and love
Carry the name when my race is run, be a proud and loving son
My boy, my boy

A babbling babe just learning to talk, wanting to run before you could walk
Dot on your nose watching me shave, up on my shoulders over the waves
The big red bike and the backyard swing.  The silly ole songs that we used to sing
Looking back it's a wonderful dream, turn around and you're thirteen
My boy, my boy

BRIDGE:
You'll only know the way I feel with a son of your own
Then you'll see all the roads lead back home
All roads lead you home

Winnie the Pooh sticks under the bridge.  Young Picasso up on the fridge
Building your room at the top of the stairs, counting our blessings saying your prayers
Cub Scout knots that we learned to tie, waiting for the eagle to fly
Soccer and surfing and learning to drive, I'm the luckiest man alive
My boy, my boy

BRIDGE:
You'll only know the way I feel with a son of your own
Then you'll see all the roads lead back home
All roads lead you home

I remember when you were born, holding you close all safe and warm
The big red bike and the back yard swing, the silly ole songs we used to sing
Soccer and surfing and learning to drive, I'm the luckiest man alive
My boy
 

Words and Music by Catesby Jones
Prospect Hill Music   BMI
www.catesbyjones.com