Daddy was a coalminer.
He worked the pits
all day.
In Rock Springs, Wyoming.
It
was meant to be a stop for a day, became his home
nothing
more I can say.
Daddy
was a part time farmer.
He worked the field
all day.
But he'd rather have new shoes for
them horses.
But late one day, them horses
run away.
Shouldn't have put the shoes on
that way.
Too bad for daddy.
Such a shame he took it all.
So me and
mom took the high road.
But it's not like
we had a choice at all.
Daddy was a
guitar player.
He'd play that joint all
night.
Out back i the shack the six-string
was his demon.
Maybe one day I could run
away, join my dad in a band to play.
Now it's just me and mom here.
We sit
alone all night.
But if you listen close
you can hear my daddy playing.
It was meant
to be a stop for a day, left us here, now he's on
his way.
Too bad for daddy.
Such a shame he took it all.
So me and
mom, we took the high road.
But it's not
like we had a choice at all.
Just to
bad for daddy.
It's such a shame he took it
all.
So me and mom took the high road.
But it's not like we had a choice at all.
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