I went down to the graveyard <br />just to see my daddy's grave. <br />I went down to the graveyard <br />just to see my daddy's grave. <br />They say it was the whiskey <br />made my poor daddy misbehave. <br /> <br />Momma used to hollar, <br />'Don't you go sneakin' out the house.' <br />Momma used to hollar, <br />'Don't you go sneakin' out the house.' <br />But daddy he was quiet, yes <br />He was quiet as a mouse. <br /> <br />Momma said, 'He's better dead. <br />You know he never learned to live, <br />Momma said, 'He's better dead. <br />You know he never learned to live, <br />He was just a low-down daddy <br />getting good at telling fibs'.<br /><br />Faith Elizabeth Brigham<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-daddy-misbehaved/
