Paul Anka
lyrics
Every day my papa worked to help to make ends meet
To see what we could 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 year began to fly, he aged and so did I
And I could tell that mama wasn't well
Papa knew anh 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 broken chair,
He never went upstairs all because she wasn't there
Then one day my papa said, "Son, I love the way you're grown
Make it all your own, I'll be ok alone"
Every time I kiss my children, my papa's word 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 them every day, he taught me well that way
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Everynight my papa would take and tuck me in my bed.
Kiss me on my head, after all prayers were said.
