Everyday My Papa Would Work


To Try To Make Ends Meet


To See That We Would Eat


Keep Those Shoes Upon My Feet


Every Night My Papa Would Take Me


And Tuck Me In My Bed


Kiss Me On My Head


After All My Prayers Were Said


And There Were Years


Of Sadness And Of Tears


Through It All


Together We Were Strong


We Were Strong


Times Were Rough


But Papa He Was Tough


Mama Stood Beside Him All Along





Growing Up With Them Was Easy


The Time Had Flew On By


The Years Began To Fly


They Aged And So Did I


And I Could Tell


That Mama She Wasn't Well


Papa Knew And Deep Down So Did She


So Did She


When She Died


Papa Broke Down And He Cried


And All He Could Say Was, "God, Why Her? Take Me!"


Everyday He Sat There Sleeping In A Rocking Chair


He Never Went Upstais


Because She Wasn't There





Then One Day My Papa Said,


"Son, I'm Proud Of How You've Grown"


He Said, "Go Out And Make It On Your Own.


Don't Worry. I'm O.K. Alone."


He Said, "There Are Things That You Must Do"


He Said, "There's Places You Must See"


And His Eyes Were Sad As He


As He Said Goodbye To Me





Every Time I Kess My Children


Papa's Words Ring True


He Said, "Children Live Through You.


Let Them Grow! They'll Leave You, Too"


I Remember Every Word Papa Used To Say


I Kiss My Kids And Pray


That They'll Think Of Me


Oh How I Pray


They Will Think Of Me


That Way


Someday