Guitar Chord
Band In
Verse
Everyday My Papa Would Work To Help To Make Ends Meet
To See That We Would Eat Keep Those Shoes Upon My Feet
Every Night My Papa Would Take And Tuck Me In My Bed
Kiss Me On My Head After All The Prayers Were Said
Growing Up With Them Was Easy The Time Had Flew On By
The Years Began To Fly They Aged And So Did I
Hook
And I Could Tell That Mama Wasn't Well
Papa Knew And Deep Down So Did She So Did She
When She Died Papa Broke Down And He Cried
All He Say Was, "God, Why Not Take Me!"
Verse
Every Night He Sat There Sleeping In A Walking Chair
He Never Went Upstais All Because She Wasn't There
Then One Day My Papa Said, "Son, I'm Proud The Way You've Grown"
And Make It On Your Own. Don't Worry. I'm O.k. Alone."
Every Time I Kiss My Children Papa's Words Ring True
"The Children Live Through You. Let Them Grow! They'll Leave You, Too"
I Remember Every Word Papa Used To Say I Live That Every Day He Taught Me Well That Way
Outro
Every Night My Papa Would Take Me And Tuck Me In My Bed
Kiss Me On My Head After All The Prayers Were Said
