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Jul 04, 2010
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Why Daddy Misbehaved
I went down to the graveyard
just to see my daddy's grave.
I went down to the graveyard
just to see my daddy's grave.
They say it was the whiskey
made my poor daddy misbehave.
Momma used to hollar,
'Don't you go sneakin' out the house.'
Momma used to hollar,
'Don't you go sneakin' out the house.'
But daddy he was quiet, yes
He was quiet as a mouse.
Momma said, 'He's better dead.
You know he never learned to live,
Momma said, 'He's better dead.
You know he never learned to live,
He was just a low-down daddy
getting good at telling fibs'.
just to see my daddy's grave.
I went down to the graveyard
just to see my daddy's grave.
They say it was the whiskey
made my poor daddy misbehave.
Momma used to hollar,
'Don't you go sneakin' out the house.'
Momma used to hollar,
'Don't you go sneakin' out the house.'
But daddy he was quiet, yes
He was quiet as a mouse.
Momma said, 'He's better dead.
You know he never learned to live,
Momma said, 'He's better dead.
You know he never learned to live,
He was just a low-down daddy
getting good at telling fibs'.
— faithmairee, Jul 04, 2010
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Critiques
judyanne
16 years ago
great so far faith
xena465
16 years ago
Great one Faith
faithmairee
16 years ago
Thank You, Xena
Professor Purple
16 years ago
A great one!
faithmairee
16 years ago
Thank You, Antoine
scribbler
16 years ago
daddy
faithmairee
16 years ago
Thank You
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