Sunday is a day
A day for dad
And it is very sad
For mine passed
Not too long ago
It don’t get any better
Just so you know
And the time
Doesn’t pass too fast
Which is a big bummer
We all loved him and its no wonder,
We remember his politeness
As for what he did despite us
We ate every night
Out on our farm
We had it so right
Cause at night we stayed warm
He was good at the guitar
And played for the bar
Singing ole happy days
And smoking purple Haze
Putting us to bed as we were young
Whispering in our little heads
The fun has just begun
Old dad we loved
With all our hearts
But he went above
To play his guitar
Remember him chasing us
and teaching us skills
There’s work to be done
And chickens to kill,
We grew our livestock
As we rode on them too
Like pets in the process of getting the boom..
The gardens was plentiful
With plants we ate
Broccoli and spinach
And a good ole steak.
We loved dad as we grew along
He always sang to us some very nice songs.
Remembering his coughing and snoring out load,
But we all loved dad, and he made us very proud..
The songs he sang, as we began to learn,
Had a heart warming twang,
and his voice was so warm.
He always said, he would be a country singer.
On the radio but a whole lot bigger
We loved the times we spent at the springs.
Being with him, OHH the memories it brings..
We sat around the campfire
Roasting our marshmellows
As dad drank beer with all his fellows
Passing the leaf as we hide behind him
Waiting for the chance to get high again.
He taught us how to pluck chicken’s
We were glad to learn we’d pluck them again..
Rabbits the same, and it was like a game
It is probably why we all went insane ..
Smoking his cigs was his worst delight
We heard him cough and snore at night
But my Dad passed away in 215
To much our surprise, as we prayed as a team, and we knew he died with no despise..