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
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, papa broke down and he cried
all he say was
God, why not take me
Every night he sat there
Sleeping in a rocking chair
He never went upstairs
All because she wasn't there
Then one day my Papa said
"Son, I love the way you’ve grown"
Make it on your own, I’ll be O.K. alone
Every time I kiss my children
Papa's words ring true
Your children live through you.
They’ll grow and need you too
I remember every word my Papa used to say
I live up every day
He taught me well that way