Daddy
There's a man
He's in his backyard and
There's a table next to him
And on the table's all he needs
There's a glass
And a bottle and
A pack of cigarettes
My mother's in the kitchen making tea
On Sundays when my daddy drank
He drank until he couldn't stand
I think he couldn't stand us otherwise
Just sitting in his favorite chair
He spent the weekend drinking there
And working on some novel that he wrote
Daddy, those weekends were fun
He nevеr moved
He barely movеd at all
Sometimes his bladder made him get up
And move slowly to a tree
When he came back
He never looked at us
Sometimes he looked at us
I guess sometimes he even looked at me
On Sundays when my daddy drank
He drank until he couldn't f*cking
Read a single word of what he wrote
And then he gave you just a smile
The kind of smile you wonder why
You shiver just a little bit inside
Daddy, those weekends were great
Daddy, what fun did we have
It was great having you as my dad
Daddy, those weekends were fun
On Sundays when my daddy drank
He drank until he couldn't stand
I think he couldn't stand us otherwise
Just sitting in his favorite chair
He spent the weekend drinking there
And working on some novel that he wrote
Daddy, those weekends were fun
There's a man
He's in his backyard and
There's a table next to him
And on the table's all he needs
He's in his backyard and
There's a table next to him
And on the table's all he needs
There's a glass
And a bottle and
A pack of cigarettes
My mother's in the kitchen making tea
On Sundays when my daddy drank
He drank until he couldn't stand
I think he couldn't stand us otherwise
Just sitting in his favorite chair
He spent the weekend drinking there
And working on some novel that he wrote
Daddy, those weekends were fun
He nevеr moved
He barely movеd at all
Sometimes his bladder made him get up
And move slowly to a tree
When he came back
He never looked at us
Sometimes he looked at us
I guess sometimes he even looked at me
On Sundays when my daddy drank
He drank until he couldn't f*cking
Read a single word of what he wrote
And then he gave you just a smile
The kind of smile you wonder why
You shiver just a little bit inside
Daddy, those weekends were great
Daddy, what fun did we have
It was great having you as my dad
Daddy, those weekends were fun
On Sundays when my daddy drank
He drank until he couldn't stand
I think he couldn't stand us otherwise
Just sitting in his favorite chair
He spent the weekend drinking there
And working on some novel that he wrote
Daddy, those weekends were fun
There's a man
He's in his backyard and
There's a table next to him
And on the table's all he needs
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Writer(s): Maitre Etienne, Felix Landis
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