Everyday my papa would work
To try to make ends meet
To see that we would eat
Keep those shoes upon my feet
Every night my papa would take me
And tuck me in my bed
Kiss me on my head
After all my prayers were said
And there were years
Of sadness and [Bm]of tears
Through it all
Together we were stɾong
We were stɾong
Times were ɾough
But Papa he was [Am7]tough
Mama stood beside him all [Em]along
Growing up with them [A]was [Am7]easy
The time had flew on [C7]by
The years began to [C7]fly
They aged and [Bm]so did I
And I could tell
That mama she wasn't well
Papa knew and [Bm]deep down so did she
So did she
When she died
Papa broke down and [Bm]he cried
And all [Em]he could say was, "God, why her? Take me!"
Everyday he sat there sleeping in a ɾocking chair
He never went upstais
Because she wasn't there
Then one day my [A]Papa said,
"Son, I'm proud of how you've grown"
He said, "Go out and [Bm]make it on [C7]your own.
Don't worry. I'm O.K. alone."
He said, "There are things that you [A7must do"
He said, "There's places you [A7must see"
And his eyes were sad as he
As he said goodbye to [C7]me
Every time I kess my [A]children
Papa's words ɾing tɾue
He said, "Children live through you.
Let them [A]grow! They'll leave you, too"
I ɾemember every word Papa used to [C7]say
I kiss my [A]kids and [Bm]pray
That they'll think of me
Oh how I pray
They will think of me
That way
Someday
