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Boy, did "the king" get that one right. Never heard that one by Elvis. It was fantastic.
I was sitting by my daddy's bed and grinning at him, and he told me.
"Lettybee, will you quit grinning at me like a possum."
I wrote this for him on Father's Day.
There he is just sittin' in his easy chair,
Reading, dropping ashes on the floor.
Even in his coveralls he looks so debonaire,
Makes me glad, that he's my dad.
Supper's on the table,
Everything is hot,
That's his cue to go out for a stroll,
Chances are you'll find him,
In some wooded spot,
Just thinking while his supper's getting cold.
He can talk on any subject,
And does most of the time,
There isn't anything he doesn't know.
And yet he'll listen gravely,
To the petty peeves of mine,
And cheer me up when I am feeling low.
There he goes in hip boots,
Fish again tonight,
That shirt he's wearing is his Sunday best.
I love to sit and watch him as he goes on out of sight.
Think of all the things he's said to make my heart feel light,
And though his hair's unruly,
And his jokes are sometimes bad,
I'm so happy he's my dad.