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 my prayers were said
Growing up with him was easy
The time had flew on by
The years began to fly
He aged and so did I
I could tell
That mama she wasn't well
Papa knew and deep down so did she
So did she
When she died
Papa broke down and cried
All he could say was, "God, why not take me"
Everynight 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 of the way you've grown"
Make it on your own.
I'll be OK alone."
Every time I kiss my children
Papa's words ring true
"The children live through you.
they'll grow and need you, too"
I remember every word Papa used to say
I live them every day,
he taught me well that way
Every night my papa would take
And tuck me in my bed
Kiss me on my head
After all my prayers were said