Everyday my papa would work
 To help to make ends meet
 To see that we would eat 
 Keep those shoes upon my feet.

 Every night my papa would take 
 And tuck me in my bed 
 Kiss me on my head 
 After all the prayers were said.

 Growing up with him was easy
 Time just flew on by
 The years began to fly
 He aged and so did I. 

 I could tell 
 That mama wasn't well 
 Papa knew and deep down so did she 
 So did she
 When she died 
 My papa broke down and cried
 All he said was, "God, why not take me?"

 Every night he sat there sleeping 
 In his rocking chair 
 He never went upstairs
 All because she wasn't there!
 
 Then one day my papa said, 
 "Son, I'm proud the way you've grown.
 Make it on your own. Oh, I'll be O.K. alone."

 Every time I kiss my children 
 Papa's words ring true 
 "Your children live through you.
 They'll grow and leave you, too."

 I remember every word 
 My papa used to say 
 I live them everyday
 He taught me well that way.

 Every night my papa would take 
 And tuck me in my bed 
 Kiss me on my head 
 When my prayers were said.

 Every night my papa would take 
 And tuck me in my bed 
 Tuck me in my bed
 After my prayers were said ...