Lyrics Paul Westerberg

Paul Westerberg

My Dad

My dad sitting in his chair

He sits and stares all day

At his flat screen TV

At Christmas he got from me

His fingers, they give a touch

Tells me that I paid too much

Sits there and watches alone

Give him everything I own

My dad sitting in his chair

Still got hair and pride

Ask him how he's feeling

With an emphysema grin, he's fine

Cancels doctor's appointments

Says they'll only make him come back

He's still got some anointment

From when my sister had that rash

His passion's always been golf

Always pulled for the Twins

Broke his back some months ago

Ain't' complained of a twinge

My dad sitting in a chair

Does a crossword there each day

He's got his Chocolate Swoon

And his spitoon, takes aim

There's a Bible on the floor

Next to the baseball box score

On his dresser's a picture of

His one and only grandson

My dad sitting in his chair

Never seen me play

He gets a kick from the newspaper

When he sees the family name

There's a Bible on the floor

Next to the baseball box score

And on his dresser, pictures of

His one and only grandson

My dad I love