I sat down last night to try to write something on here, but it looks like I’m fresh out of words. But this morning I was listening to Andy Gullahorn – he’s a jewel of a singer that most people probably have never heard of. I first heard that he’s a friend of Andrew Peterson’s, (or maybe just someone that AP likes to listen to) and then my friend Andrew gave me some of his songs. Since I don’t have any of my own words at the moment, here are a few of Andy Gullahorn’s. Love it.
More of a Man
I took my granddad’s 22
When I was in the 2nd grade
I shot a deer right in the heart
And rubbed his blood upon my face.
The summer when I turned 16,
I got up each day before the dawn,
Was building barns and baling hay
Worked harder than the day was long.
Now I’m 30 and I have three kids
I watch Dora the Explorer in the morning
I feel a sad truth sinking in
Maybe I was more of a man back then
Used to be my daily fare
Was chicken fried steak and barbecue
Had Dr. Pepper every meal
And ice cream when the day was through
Now I’m watching my cholesterol
My metabolism’s obviously slowing
Tonight it’s salad once again
Surely I was more of a man back then…
I used to watch Jean Claude Van Damme
Killing guys on the silver screen
Now every night, with the kids in bed
We watch Gilmore Girls on DVD
Surely I was more of a man back then…
So I suck in my protruding gut
On our monthly dinner night
You’re saying something ’bout the kids
As I watch these young men pass me by
Well, I remember – I was just like them
I was lonely, but I called it independent.
And if lonesome is what manly is…
Maybe I was more of a man back then.
