| Tonight my heart is heavy there’s not a tear left in my eyes
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| You see my dad just passed away and I’ve told him so many lies
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| There were fifteen of us in our family and not a dime did we see
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| So all alone there in the graveyard I had to dig my daddy’s grave
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| As I dug my conscience hurt me and as I rise my shovel high
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| It seemed my entire life was quickly flashing by
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| I thought of how he’d beat me and I tried to make him mad
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| And I knew every lickin' he gave me hurt him twice as bad
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| I thought of how he’d leave us when our lunch was an empty sack
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| But I knew dad worked hard and for us kids he’d break his back
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| Then I thought of how we’d hurt him why I’d take his core anytime
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| Maybe I’d have a wreck and land in jail he’d be there to bail me out everytime
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| I’d stand up in the space and curse him then I’d I leave so I wouldn’t see him
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| cry
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| Then he’d fall on his knees and say dear God give my son another try
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| After the funeral was over and the coffin was laid in its place
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| They handed me the shovel and asked me to throw more dirt in his face
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| I wish I showed him how much I love him I could have had a try
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| But I do have one consolation he knew God before he died |