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My dad sitting in his chair |
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He sits and stares all day |
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At his flat screen TV |
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At Christmas he got from me |
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His fingers, they give a touch |
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Tells me that I paid too much |
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Sits there and watches alone |
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Give him everything I own |
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My dad sitting in his chair |
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Still got hair and pride |
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Ask him how he's feeling |
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With an emphysema grin, he's fine |
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Cancels doctor's appointments |
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Says they'll only make him come back |
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He's still got some anointment |
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From when my sister had that rash |
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His passion's always been golf |
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Always pulled for the Twins |
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Broke his back some months ago |
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Ain't complained of a twinge |
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My dad sitting in a chair |
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Does a crossword there each day |
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He's got his Chocolate Swoon |
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And his spittoon, takes aim |
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There's a Bible on the floor |
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Next to the baseball box score |
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On his dresser's a picture of |
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His one and only grandson |
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My dad sitting in his chair |
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Never seen me play |
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He gets a kick from the newspaper |
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When he sees the family name |
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There's a Bible on the floor |
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Next to the baseball box score |
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And on his dresser, pictures of |
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His one and only grandson |
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My dad I love |
