ON THE DAY YOUR DADDY DIES
look at daddy, sitting on the porch
drinking moonshine, about to snuff his torch
his shirt is stained, his pants are scorched
these are things to think about
on the day your daddy dies
daddy lost his legs, at the railroad track
i once asked him, but they’re never growing back
the stumps are dirty, they’re almost black
these are things to think about
on the day your daddy dies
little daddy, in his rocking chair
always count on him, being there
drink with daddy, a touch of the dog’s hair
these are things to think about
on the day your daddy dies
he’s not my real dad, or so my mama says
that’s some stranger, but i don’t know if i care
legs or no legs, daddy’s always there
these are things to think about
on the day your daddy dies
ma was nasty, did things that nasty ma enjoys
me and brother, we were naughty little boys
daddy went out, to get away from mama’s noise
he lay down, in the snow
and then my daddy died
these are things to think about
on the day your daddy dies