(Mary Gauthier & Crit Harmon)      He'd get home at five-thirty   Fix a drink and sit down in his chair   Pick a fight with momma   Complain about the kids gettin' in his hair.   At night he'd sit alone and smoke   I'd see his frown behind the lighters flame   Now that same frowns in my mirror   I got my daddy's blood inside my veins.      Chorus:   Fish swim, birds fly   Daddy's yell, momma's cry   Old men sit and think   I drink.      Chicken TV dinner   Six minutes on defrost, three on high   Beer to wash it down, then another   Some whiskey on the side   It's not so bad alone here   It don't bother me that every night's the same   I don't need another lover hangin' around   Tryin' to make me change.      Chorus:   Fish swim, birds fly   Lovers leave, by and by   Old men sit and think,    I drink.      I know what I am   But I don't give a damn.      Chorus:   Fish swim, birds fly   Daddy's yell, momma's cry   Old men sit and think   I drink.      I drink...