Every day my papa would work<br />To help to make ends meet<br />To see that we would eat<br />Keep those shoes upon my feet<br />Every night my papa would take and<br />Tuck me in my bed<br />Kiss me on my head<br />After all my prayers were said<br />Growing up with him was easy<br />Time just flew on by<br />The years began to fly<br />He aged and so did I<br />I could tell that mama wasn't well<br />Papa knew and deep down so did she, so did she<br />When she died, Papa broke down and cried<br />All he said was, "God, why not take me?"<br />Every night he sat there sleepin'<br />In his walkin' chair<br />He never went upstairs<br />All because she wasn't there<br />Then one day my papa said<br />"Son, I'm proud the way you've grown<br />Make it on your own<br />Oh, I'll be ok alone"<br />Every time I kiss my children<br />Papa's words ring true<br />Your children live through you<br />They'll grow and leave you, too<br />I remember every word<br />My papa used to say<br />I live that every day<br />He taught me well that way<br />Every night, my papa would take me<br />And tuck me in my bed<br />Kiss me on my head<br />All my prayers were said<br />Every night, my papa would take me<br />And tuck me in my bed<br />Tuck me in my bed<br />All my prayers were said
