Darrell Scott - A Father's Song lyrics
[Darrell Scott - A Father's Song lyrics]
I've missed fathers' days and birthdays
And Sundays with my sons
And hiking on the Blue Ridge
With my daughter one-on-one
I've traded time for money
Traded nursery rhymes for song
I've traded sleep for other dreams
Traded always there for gone
Some dads run the country and
Some just run away some mop floors
Some hang doors or anything that pays
I sing and play my music I
Take it across the land
This glimpse of muse is brought to you
By Abe and Gabe and Mahala Ann
I didn't travel when they were first born
No I kept the fires at home
With lullabies and early rise
I didn't seek to roam
But the fire in me was growing
I couldn't keep it all inside
Now it's passing trains and aerial planes
And another ticket to write
Now some dads wear a three-piece suit
Others boots and gloves
Some dads are out of work boys I
Hope we face it all with love
I sing and play my music with
Heart and lungs and hands
This message too is brought to you by
Abe and Gabe and Mahala Ann
Sometimes I take them with me and
One will pick my shirt out
And one will set the stage and one will
Count the money before we drive away
It goes without saying they made me what I am
A father who is singing too to
Abe and Gabe and Mahala Ann
This glimpse of muse is brought to you
By Abe and Gabe and Mahala Ann
And Sundays with my sons
And hiking on the Blue Ridge
With my daughter one-on-one
I've traded time for money
Traded nursery rhymes for song
I've traded sleep for other dreams
Traded always there for gone
Some dads run the country and
Some just run away some mop floors
Some hang doors or anything that pays
I sing and play my music I
Take it across the land
This glimpse of muse is brought to you
By Abe and Gabe and Mahala Ann
I didn't travel when they were first born
No I kept the fires at home
With lullabies and early rise
I didn't seek to roam
But the fire in me was growing
I couldn't keep it all inside
Now it's passing trains and aerial planes
And another ticket to write
Now some dads wear a three-piece suit
Others boots and gloves
Some dads are out of work boys I
Hope we face it all with love
I sing and play my music with
Heart and lungs and hands
This message too is brought to you by
Abe and Gabe and Mahala Ann
Sometimes I take them with me and
One will pick my shirt out
And one will set the stage and one will
Count the money before we drive away
It goes without saying they made me what I am
A father who is singing too to
Abe and Gabe and Mahala Ann
This glimpse of muse is brought to you
By Abe and Gabe and Mahala Ann