Everyday my papa workedTo help to make ends meetTo see that we would eat(To) keep those shoes upon my feetEvery night my papa would takeAnd tuck me in my bedKiss me on my headAfter all my prayers were said
Growing up with him was easytime just flew on byThe years began to flyHe aged and so did I
I could tellThat mama wasn't wellPapa knew and deep down so did sheSo did sheWhen she diedMy papa broke down and criedAll he said was, "God, Why not take me!"
Every night he sat there sleeping in his rocking chairHe never went upstairsAll because she wasn't there
Then one day my Papa said,"Son, I'm proud (of) the way you've grownmake it on your ownOh I'll be O.K. alone."
Every time I kiss my childrenPapa's words ring true"Your children live through you.They'll grow and leave you, too"I remember every word my papa used to sayI live that every dayHe taught me well that way
Every night my papa would takeAnd tuck me in my bedKiss me on my headAfter all my prayers were said
Every night my papa would takeAnd tuck me in my bedTuck me in my bedAfter all my prayers were said