Daddy's Hands

Another Thanksgiving on a rainy day

The whole house smells like a big ashtray

It may be loud, but that's our way, we're a family

Dusty pictures on the TV set

House full of books we ain't got to yet

Brother wrecked daddy's little red Corvette and he's pissed

Daddy's hands just kept getting older

Reminding us how much we don't know

And Momma's nights just kept getting colder

Come on Daddy, one more Christmas

My baby likes it when it's cold and gray

She'd rather be out East than in LA

She don't feel much like a palm tree today

She likes it just where we're at

Spent New Years Eve in a hospital bed

Daddy's sick but he's far from dead

It's holidays like this you never forget

We'll all drink to that

Daddy's hands just kept getting older

Reminding us how much we don't know

And Momma's nights just kept getting colder

Come on Daddy, one more Christmas

It ain't your time to go

Alright...

Daddy's hands just kept getting older

Reminding us how much we don't know

And Momma's nights just kept getting colder

Come on Daddy, one more Christmas

And Momma's nights just kept getting colder

Come on Daddy, one more Christmas

It ain't your time to go