(Verse 1)
I grew up in a small-town haze, dust on boots and endless days,
Daddy’s calloused hands would strum the night away.
His old guitar, scratched and worn, sang of love and hearts so torn,
Every note a lesson in the words he’d never say.
He worked the fields from dawn till dusk, sweat and grit, a life of rust,
But his eyes would spark when he’d pick that wood up slow.
He’d sing of loss, of dreams that fade, of promises that never strayed,
And I’d sit there learnin’ ‘bout the man I’d come to know.
(Chorus)
Daddy’s love was like his songs, steady, true, and always strong,
Even when the world would turn and break his plans.
Through the hard times and the rough, he taught me life’s made of tougher stuff,
There is always love he understands.
(Verse 2)
He’d tell me ‘bout my mama’s smile, how it lit his world a while,
Till the angels came and took her far too soon.
He’d hide his tears, but I could see, the weight of all their memories,
Carried in the chords beneath a lonesome prairie moon.
Some nights the bottle took his soul, left him lost in a dark, deep hole,
But come mornin’ light, he’d rise and face the day.
He’d pull me close, say, “Girl, you’re tough, don’t let this world call your bluff,”
And his guitar would sing the pain of walkin’ the hard way.
(Chorus)
Daddy’s love was like his songs, steady, true, and always strong,
Even when the world would turn and break his plans.
Through the hard times and the rough, he taught me life’s made of tougher stuff,
There is always love he understands.
(Bridge)
Now I’m grown, with scars of my own, chasin’ dreams down a lonesome road,
But I carry his guitar, it’s my heart’s old friend.
When I’m lost, I close my eyes, hear his voice through the starry skies,
Singin’, “Keep on goin’, girl, love don’t ever end.”
(Chorus)
Daddy’s love was like his songs, steady, true, and always strong,
Even when the world would turn and break his plans.
Through the hard times and the rough, he taught me life’s made of tougher stuff,
There is always love he understands.
(Outro)
So I strum these strings, worn and frayed, for the man who showed the way,
His old guitar still echoes where I stand.
Though he’s gone, his truth holds tight, in every chord I play tonight,
There is always love he understands.
There is always love… he understands.
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