Dad's Song
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It's been a while since the cancer stole your sweet smile away
Lying in a hospital, alone and on the way
Did everything in our power, to get you strong and right
But in the end for what it's worth, I hope your halo's burnin' bright
Well, I miss you in the mornings, when I thank the Lord for another day
And I miss you in the dead of night, when my mind comes out to play
Now I'm learning to be a father, when I was still learning to be a son
But there's no one to call no more, and there's nowhere to run
Porch lights still on, though you ain't comin' back
Got your pearl snaps hanging on the old closet rack
Engines you built, they don't turn like they should
Like even they know that things ain't good
This town feels smaller without your sound
Like the whole damn world, it just slowed down
Gonna turn this house into a home, the best I can
But it's hard, filling the boots of that kind of man
Up there in heaven, a new life to lease
Probably found a white Mustang, to run from the police
Bet you're raising hell up there with Keith and the boys
Singing country and western songs, making lots of noise
Porch lights still on, though you ain't comin' back
Got your pearl snaps hanging on the old closet rack
Engines you built, they don't turn like they should
Like even they know that things ain't good
This town feels smaller without your sound
Like the whole damn world, it just slowed down
Gonna turn this house into a home, the best I can
But it's hard, filling the boots of that kind of man
Got pictures of you in your Sunday best
But I remember the man with sweat on his chest
Covered in oil, smoking cheap cigars
Cussing out bolts and fixing broke-down cars
Porch lights still on, though you ain't comin' back
Got your pearl snaps hanging on the old closet rack
Engines you built, they don't turn like they should
Like even they know that things ain't good
This town feels smaller without your sound
Like the whole damn world, it just slowed down
Gonna turn this house into a home, the best I can
But it's hard, filling the boots of that kind of man
Yeah it's hard, filling the boots of that kind of man