Daddy Was A God Fearin' Man

David Allan Coe

    Continues after the ad

    Used to go with my grandpa up to the town square
    Set him down up there on a picnic bench
    And he used to play checkers with them other old menup there
    They used to tell stories bout when they were kids
    Grandpa says he shot the Chief of Police when he was nine years old
    I believe it
    Cause they tell me Harlan Knetucky was the baddest place in the world
    Why they say they used to sit out there on their front porch
    Shoot them revenuers when they'd come down the hollow
    Said they was so young took two of them boys
    To hold the rifle and one to pull the trigger
    Well grandpa he'd lie a little bit
    But I'll tell you there's a lot of stories in Harlan County

    Yeah folks in Harlan County Lord they knew that we were poor
    They always called my daddy Preacher Dan
    But daddy weren't no preacher least ways I don't recallect
    Never hear of papa talk of nothin' but the land
    Daddy was a God fearin' farmer yes he was
    Could not read nor write Lord he could barely sign his name
    Daddy was a God fearin' farmer all his life someday when I'm grown I'll be the same

    Continues after the ad

    Well he always grew tobacco though he did not smoke himself
    He had the best tobacco crop around
    And he never touched a drop of liquor that I can recall
    Papa made his livin' on the ground
    Yes Sunday go to meetin' called for more than he could stand
    I guess he felt at home in his old clothes
    But he never missed a Sunday takin' mama to the church
    Maybe it was habit Lord but heaven only knows
    Daddy was a God fearin' farmer...
    [ steel - fiddle ]
    Yeah folks in Harlan County Lord....
    Someday when I'm grown I'll be the same someday when I'm grown I'll be the same

    Song details

    Composition: David Allan Coe

    Did you see an error?

    Enviar revisão