Ev'ry day my papa worked
to help to make ends meet,
To see what we could eat,
keep those shoes upon my feet
Ev'ry night my Papa
would take and tuck me in my bed,
Kiss me on my head
after all my prayers were said
Growing up with him
was easy time just flew on by.
The years began to fly through
his age and so did I
I could tell that Mama wasn't well.
Papa knew and deep down
so did she, so did she
When she died,
Papa broke down and cried.
All he said was "God, why not take me?"
Ev'ry night he sat there sleeping
in his rocking chair.
He never went upstairs,
oh, because she wasn't there
Then one day my Papa said
"son, I'm proud the way you gorow
Make it on your own
Oh, I'll be okay alone
Every time I kiss my children
Papa's words ring true
"Your children live through you.
They'll grow and leave you too"
I remember every word
My papaysed to say
I live them everyday
He taught me well that way
Every bight my papa would take
And tuck me in my bed
Kiss me on my head
When my prayers were said
Every night my papawould take
And tuck me my bed
Tuck me in my bed |
Papa