© Bill Miles 2014

Verse 1
This big ol’ hand, bent broken and bruised
From working sometimes are even hard to use
But he gets up every day before daylight
That’s just the way he’s done it his whole life

Chorus
He’s an old American soul
Red white and blue to the core
He ain’t afraid of any job no, no, no, no, no
He just wishes they’d stopped giving them away
He’s just an old American soul
He’s just an old American soul

Verse 2
His daddy had a farm way down in North Carolina
He grew up picking that big ol’… smoking tobacco
They’d start work every day before day light
That’s just the way he’s done it his whole life

Chorus
He’s an old American soul
Red white and blue to the core
He ain’t afraid of any job no, no, no
His soldiers they stopped giving them away
He’s just an old American soul
He’s just an old American soul

Verse 3
He works a job in the day and farms in the evening that’s how he gets by
Most of his friends will tell ya he’ll never retire
I heard him say one day he’d like to slow down
Maybe just work one job before the sun goes down

Chorus
He’s an old American soul
Red white and blue to the core
He ain’t afraid of any job no, no, no
His soldiers they stopped giving them away
He’s just an old American soul
He’s just an old American soul