My Real Resumé

Lyrics

🎵 “That’s My Real Résumé”
(A reminiscent country song)

[Verse 1]
I’m sixty years old, fillin’ out forms,
They ask what I’ve done, where I’ve weathered the storms.
No college degree, no fancy acclaim,
But I saved ‘em millions, without chasing fame.
They said, “Write it all down,” but I paused at the line—
Where did I learn how to work over time?

[Verse 2]
I drift back in thought to that young barefoot kid,
Fixin’ a VW just like Dad did.
Under the elm where the summer wind played,
He’d weed out the garden he and Mama laid.
Told tales of greenhouses and boats he once made,
And how he met Mom—oh, that memory don’t fade.

[Chorus]
That’s my real résumé, written in grease and clay,
Lessons from Sundays and workin’ all day.
From a simple man’s hands and the love that he gave,
To the boy by his side who learned how to behave.
Didn’t learn it in school, but I learned it just fine—
From a God-fearin’ heart and a hardworking mind.

[Verse 3]
We sat ’round the table, ideas takin’ flight,
With Mom on his lap in the soft kitchen light.
Played chess every evening, went to church rain or shine,
He showed me that faith and grit intertwine.
He took us cross-country in that beat-up old ride—
To Niagara Falls and the Great Divide.

[Bridge]
He taught me to wrench, to be kind, to be bold,
How to weather the winters and cherish the gold.
Now they want bullet points, skills in a row—
But my résumé’s deeper than they’ll ever know.

[Final Chorus]
Yeah, that’s my real résumé, worn on my soul today,
Built from the love that don’t ever decay.
I’m just a smart country boy, proud of my name,
Carved from a legacy that don’t chase fame.
Didn’t get a degree, but I sure got the way—
To work, and to love… that’s my résumé.