He Asked Me

He asked me, «Mary, are you happy?
Why do you always look so sad?»
I said, «Papa, don’t know
I’m feelin' old
And god, it just hurts so bad.»
He asked me, «Mary, where y' going?
I tend to worry you’ll be poor
Write a CV, or a resumé
Your future good to assure.»
I gotta write more songs
The only thing that keeps me sane
Keeps my mind where it belongs
'Stead of dwelling on the rain
I gotta write more songs
The only thing that keeps me sane
Keeps my mind where it belongs
Instead of dwelling on the rain
He asked me, «Mary, are you happy?
'Cause I think I might be sad.»
I said, «Papa, you know
We’re getting old
And god, it just hurts so bad.»
He told me, «Mary, girl you know I love you:
Want to know you won’t be sad.»
I said, «Papa I know
We’re getting old
And god, it just hurts so bad
God, it just hurts so bad
God, I just love, I just love
God, I just love my Dad.»
He asked me, «Mary, are you happy?»