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