Don't Forget Where You Come From

I remember my old man, he worked in the oil field
 And I could never understand why
 With dirt and grease on his hands, driving home at sundown
 Making just enough to get us by
 When I left home, I swore I'd make it rich some other way
 I didn't know where I was going, but my dad would always say
 "Pray out loud, make us proud, and son
 Don't forget where you come from."
 A few years out on the road working on the high lines
 But got laid off in the spring
 I mowed yards and sold used cars, worked nights down at the bar
 Yea I tried damn near everything
 I had to find my own way no matter what he said
 But the sound of his voice was still ringing in my head
 "Pray out loud, make us proud, and son
 Don't forget where you come from."
 I went home to be by Daddy's side before he passed away
 And I never will forget the last words I heard him say
 "Pray out loud, make us proud, and son
 Don't forget where you come from."
 Now I'm breaking ground on my own oceans of oil fields
 And my hands get dirty every day
 A big house in San Antone, I'm living the good life
 But my home seems far awawy
 And no matter where I am, each night before I fall asleep
 I always think of what my daddy said to me
 "Pray out loud, make us proud, and son
 Don't forget to
 Pray out loud, make us proud, and son
 Don't forget where you come from."
 I remember my old man
 He worked in the oil field
 And now I understand why