Sometimes I think about my daddy
and his old spice grin,
Cleaned pressed shirts, and a farmers tan
She never asked him questions
So he never told her lies
but I heard my mama cry some
And I was sitting in the hallway on the night he left
huggin my knees, holding my breath
I never knew why but he was damn sure gone
thought it was maybe my fault

‘Cause She wore flowered dresses for him
Rolled her hair, scrubbed her freckled skin
On the chance that they were goin’ out tonight
Catch a show, maybe grab a bite
And she looked real nice, she looked real nice