| The snow was fallin’swiftly and it mounted on the street
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| Little footprints in the snow made by our children’s feet
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| As i walked them to the good will store to get some clothes to wear
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| As we turned around the corner i saw you standing there
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| I tried to turn the children and walk the other way
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| I prayed they hadn’t seen you then i heard the baby say
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| «mommie, ain’t that daddy holding out his hand
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| Begging for money from that other man?»
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| They asked me «ain't that daddy?»
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| And «yes"i had to say
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| And i wondered if i’d failed you
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| And made you turn this way
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| No, you didn’t fail me, my weakness was just too strong
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| Because you see, i thought more of the bottle than our family and our home
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| No, you didn’t fail me sweetheart, you loved me all you could
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| You had my babies and you loved me like no other woman ever would
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| You know i guess i’d be better off dead
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| Than in the awful ship i’m in But death just don’t seem to have a place for those that stay drunk on whiskey,
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| wine and gin
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| You see i die a constant death over and over every day
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| If i could change, you know i’d do it for you, the babies and our home
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| But you might as well forget me for i’m just too forward gone
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| But i wish you would do me one last favor and do it just for me When they ask you, «momma ain’t that daddy?»
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| Just say «it used to be» |