Daddy Had a Beer

That’s me in that black and white
On mama’s right hip back in 79
Big sister on the couch curled up with Raggedy Ann
And daddy had a beer in his hand
I used to wait on the porch every night about dark
For that flat bed chevy to roll up in the yard
Even twelve hours tired he still hugged his little man
And daddy had a beer in his hand
He liked to sip 'em slow, make 'em last
One too many was one he never had
But watching the game, fishing or cutting the grass
Daddy had a beer in his hand
Just about every Saturday night
We heard mama in the kitchen saying you ain’t right
He’d be tugging at her apron saying c’mon baby let’s dance
And daddy had a beer in his hand
He liked to sip 'em slow, make 'em last
One too many was one he never had
But watching the game, fishing or cutting the grass
Yeah daddy had a beer in his hand
I got this picture in my mind
Of all the folks I love on the other side
A little postcard greeting sayin' «Welcome to the Promised Land»
I just had to laugh cause daddy had a beer in his hand
Yeah daddy had a beer in his hand