This song reminds me of our father. He wasn’t a southern man, but our mother was a southern belle from Kentucky.
Dad worked every day but Sunday.
He created his own business, Staples Landscaping, which he did into his seventies. I think he tried retiring several times, but couldn’t stay away.
He fell asleep most nights by 6:30, in his chair reading the evening newspaper, and up by 4am. He saved breakfast for us and drank black coffee in the morning. He selflessly went without and sacrificed for those he loved.
Seven acres of land, mom’s garden, and more animals than I am sure he had expected to ever have and eight kids he brought to church on Sundays and provided for the ten of us.
He is a humble man, but to me an amazing one, with every right to be proud of what he has accomplished in life.
Dad will be 89 years old the fourth of July and just lost the love of his life. He had been married to Mom for almost 68 years, and with her for 70 years.
What a blessed life!!!
Love and miss our Momma and Love our Dad dearly! 
Alan Jackson – Small Town Southern Man Lyrics
Born the middle son of a farmer
And a small town Southern man
Like his daddy’s daddy before him
Brought up workin’ on the land
Fell in love with a small town woman
And they married up and settled down
Natural way of life if you’re lucky
For a small town Southern man
First there came four pretty daughters
For this small town Southern man
Then a few years later came another
A boy, he wasn’t planned
Seven people livin’ all together
In a house built with his own hands
Little words with love and understandin’
From a small town Southern man
[Chorus:]
And he bowed his head to Jesus
And he stood for Uncle Sam
And he only loved one woman
(He) was always proud of what he had
He said his greatest contribution
Is the ones you leave behind
Raised on the ways and gentle kindness
Of a small town Southern man
(Raised on the ways and gentle kindness)
(Of a small town Southern man)
Callous hands told the story
For this small town Southern man
He gave it all to keep it all together
And keep his family on his land
Like his daddy, years wore out his body
Made it hard just to walk and stand
You can break the back
But you can’t break the spirit
Of a small town Southern man
(Repeat Chorus)
Finally death came callin’
For this small town Southern man
He said it’s alright ’cause I see angels
And they got me by the hand
Don’t you cry, and don’t you worry
I’m blessed, and I know I am
‘Cause God has a place in Heaven
For a small town Southern man
(Repeat Chorus)
Songwriters: ALAN JACKSON
Small Town Southern Man lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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