Verse 1) He chased the earth where the wild oil flowed, Read the rocks like stories nobody knows, From the Texas fields to the windmill skies, Paul Strunk was steady, quiet, and wise. Kennedy Ranch under sunsets gold, A man of few words but a heart so bold, You never had to wonder where he stood, A gentleman soul made of Texas good. (Pre-Chorus) And Deanna beside him through every storm, The glue of the family, the steady and warm, Holding the pieces through laughter and tears, Building a legacy over the years. (Chorus) He said, “With my blessing,” when I asked for her hand, Simple words that carried the weight of a man, Not loud, not flashy, just honest and true, The kind of respect that stays with you. Rockport nights and the salt sea breeze, Fine old memories that still bring peace, I miss him now but I know where he stands, Right next to God in the promised land. (Verse 2) Cindy was always her daddy’s girl, The center of his whole wide world, And Scott and I through Team Sports days, With Randy White and those Texas ways. We laughed till midnight, told stories long, Built friendships deep and carried on, Paul would sit back quiet and still, Listening more than most men will. (Pre-Chorus) And somehow his silence could teach you more, Than a thousand speeches heard before, A man whose strength you could plainly see, By the way he treated family. (Chorus) He said, “With my blessing,” when I asked for her hand, Simple words that carried the weight of a man, Not loud, not flashy, just honest and true, The kind of respect that stays with you. Rockport nights and the salt sea breeze, Fine old memories that still bring peace, I miss him now but I know where he stands, Right next to God in the promised land. (Bridge) And he was so proud of Daryl and Mason, You could see it shine without him sayin’, A grandfather’s love in his gentle eyes, The kind that never fades or dies. And through the years I hoped somehow, To be half the man he showed me how, Strong but humble, calm and kind, Leaving something real behind. (Final Chorus) He said, “With my blessing,” and that meant it all, A quiet giant standing steady and tall, The world needs more men just like you, Faithful hearts that carry us through. So here’s to Paul beneath heaven’s light, Still watching over Rockport nights, And when my own journey finally ends, I pray I shake your hand again.