Everyday my papa worked To help to make ends meet To see that we would eat (To) 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 my prayers were said
Growing up with him was easy time just flew on by The years began to fly He 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 cried All he said was, "God, Why not take me!"
Every night he sat there sleeping in his rocking chair He never went upstairs All because she wasn't there
Then one day my Papa said, "Son, I'm proud (of) the way you've grown make it on your own I'll be O.K. 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 papa used to say I live that every day He taught me well that way
Every night my papa would take And tuck me in my bed Kiss me on my head After all my prayers were said
Every night my papa would take And tuck me in my bed Tuck me in my bed After all my prayers were said