Everyday my papa would work to help to make endz meat
To see what we would eat, keep those shoes upon my feet
Every night my papa would take and tuck me in my bed
Kiss me on my head, after all the prayer was said
Growing up with him was easy time just flew on by
The years began to fly, his aged 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, my papa broke down and cry
All he said was "God, why not take me ?"
Every 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've grown,
Make it on your own, oh I'll be okay alone"
Every time I kiss my children,
my papa's words ring through
Your children live through you,
they grow and need you too
I remember every word,
my papa used to say
I live them every day,
because he was that way
Every night my papa would take and tuck me in my bed
Kiss me on my head, after all the prayer was said
Every night my papa would take and tuck me in my bed
Kiss me on my head, after all the prayer was said.
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