Text: Van Zant. That Scares Me.

Once I had a fortune ridin' on the shoe
Of a field goal kicker from LSU
I never broke a sweat
Hell, it was just a bet

Now, I've climbed mountains
And jumped from planes
Even played chicken
With a couple trains
Lord, I've been a fool,I still kept my cool

I don't mind admittin' this heart a mine
Starts to pound thinkin' bout

The day my son starts askin' me
All about my history
The things I don't want him to know
The sex, the drugs, and rock-n-roll
Or the first time I watched my daughter
Climb in some boy's car as I holler
"Honey, don't be late"
I swallow hard while they drive away
How sad my life without my wife would be
Now that scares me

This mornin' while I combed my hair
I found a few stray grays in there
And I laughed out loud
I guess I ain't that proud

Some people are afraid to die
But me and Jesus get along all right
I'll be okay cause my judgement day
Will be

The day my son starts askin' me
All about my history
The things I don't want him to know
The sex, the drugs, and rock-n-roll
On the night I walked my daughter
Down the aisle in a stiff white collar
Just a view, they'll say
But who gives this girl away
And leave her standin' while I find my seat
Now that scares me

The things I don't want him to know
The sex, the drugs, and rock-n-roll
And the day they call another house their home
I'm hopin' they find everything that they need
How sad my life without my wife would be
Now that scares me
Oh, that scares me