Her Daddy was a good man
Her Daddy was a good man
until he did what he did
if anyone can do it Daddy can
see, she was just a kid.
Daddy was a good man
her Daddy was a good man
why couldn't anyone understand?
He would turn on her bedroom light
when he came in late at night
staggering into her room
silence was her only tune.
Daddy was a good man
her Daddy was a good man
why couldn't anyone understand?
To her he always confessed his love
a few simple words from his mouth
that was enough, Daddy was good
there was no doubt.
poem by Daniel McCann
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