Every day my Papa worked 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 through his age 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 sleeping in his rocking chair
He never went upstairs Oh, because she wasn"t there
Then one day my Papa said "Son, I"m proud the way you grow, Make it on your own Oh, I"ll be okay 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 them everyday He taught me well that way Every night my papa would take And tuck me in my bed
Kiss me on my head When my prayers were said Every night my papa would take And tuck me in my bed Tuck me in my bed