Everyday my papa would work To help to make ends meet To see that 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 prayers were said
I could tell That mama wasnt well Papa knew and deep down so did she So did she When she died My papa broke down and cried All he said was, "God, why not take me?" not take me
Every time I kiss my children Papas words ring true "Your children live through you Theyll grow and leave you, too" I remember every word My papa used to say I live them everyday He taught me well that way
I could tell That mama wasnt well Papa knew and deep down so did she So did she When she died My papa broke down and cried All he said was, "God, why not take me?" not take me