Everyday 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 the 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, my 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, 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 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, after my prayers were said...
 

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