Ink On My Daddy’s Hands

Описание: [Verse 1]
He’d come home smelling like sawdust
Boots by the door, dirt on his jeans
Coffee cup full of cigarette ashes
Kitchen light buzzing soft on the scene
He’d say, “Boy, the world can get heavy”
Then hum as he washed off the day
Pull out a tattered old notebook
And chase all his troubles away

[Chorus]
I learned about life from the songs that he sang
From a three–chord prayer and a worn-out twang
Heartbreak and hope in a calloused man’s hands
He wrote what he lived, and I finally understand
Every line ’bout a broken-down truck, every small–town plan
Was just my daddy’s life
In ink on my daddy’s hands

[Verse 2]
He’d stare out the back porch at midnight
Talk low to the dark and the stars
Scratch out a verse on the rail post
Say, “Truth’s cheaper than therapy, by far”
He never got rich on those stories
Just bar tabs and a tip jar grin
But folks came to listen on Fridays
’Cause they heard a piece of themselves in him

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[Bridge]
Now I’m the one under neon
Picking the strings where he stood
Singing his words with a crack in my voice
’Cause I feel ’em deeper than I ever thought I could
I used to think he wrote fiction
Now standing here holding this pen
I see every line was confession
And I’m starting it all up again

[Chorus]