Well daddy's gonna die before I know him    Though he leaves his cigarette pack on the dashboard    My mama run from him when I was five    My sister wasn't born yet --    But she's got her papa's eyes       My mama used to drive the boulevard    In our old blue car    She'd drive up to the bar where he was parked    She'd try to save his life --    But I guess he drank it dry       So daddy's gonna die before I know him    You know he leaves his cigarette pack on the dashboard    My mama run from him when I was five    My sister wasn't born yet --    But she's got her papa's eyes    And they look a lot like mine