A poem for my daddy.
If you were still here
I’d tell your friend there with you
He’ll have to go
If you were still here
I’d remind you that
You’re Gentle on my Mind
If you were still here
I’d ask you if the trailer’s for sale or rent
I’d tell you that you’re still
King Of the Road
If you were still here
I’d ask if you remember that
Pistol Pack’n mama,
And did she ever lay that pistol down (boop boop)
If you were still here
I’d ask if we could take a walk together
So that you could tell me what it’s like
To discover the Green Green Grass of Home
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