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Why Daddy Misbehaved
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Why Daddy Misbehaved |
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faithmairee Senior Member
since 2011-01-05
Posts 1441Poe Haven, USA 
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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'. There must be a poem in here somewhere. |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
A lot of daddy's resemble the one in your poem, Faith. ~ What's The Difference Between Roast Beef And Pea Soup? / Anyone Can Roast Beef. ~ |
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GG Member Elite
since 2002-12-03
Posts 3532Lost in thought |
What a sad reality for all too many little girls and little boys... and daddies. Sigh. GG |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
I could picture little girls skipping rope to this. Lori |
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faithmairee Senior Member
since 2011-01-05
Posts 1441Poe Haven, USA |
This is another one of my blues lyrics. Thank you all for stopping by and reading my song. Unfortunately, my daddy was the hard drinking kind who was always off somewheres downing it. There must be a poem in here somewhere. |
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