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