Papa

Every day my papa would work

To help to make ends meet

To see that we would eat

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, Papa broke down and cried

All he said was, "God, why not take me?"

Every night he sat there sleepin'

In his walkin' chair

He never went upstairs

All because she wasn't there

Then one day my papa said

"Son, I'm proud the way you've grown

Make it on your own

Oh, I'll be ok 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 me

And tuck me in my bed

Kiss me on my head

All my prayers were said

Every night, my papa would take me

And tuck me in my bed

Tuck me in my bed

All my prayers were said