Do you ever wish
you could still talk to your Dad?
Just to say, how you do’in.
Or tell him about the day you’ve had.

You see my Dad’s gone’
it’s been bout nine years now.
Yeah, I know his gone,
but sometimes it don’t seem like it somehow.

Why sometimes something good will happen
and I feel so glad.
The first thing I think of is
I got to go tell Dad.

So I saddle my horse
and point him that way.
Oh! I know his going to be tickled
to hear what I got to say.

Then I remember his gone’
Well! What was I think’in.
Then a big ole lump will come up in my throat,
and I hold back the tears by blink’in.

Ah! I know he’s gone,
and I’m not one to pine.
But you see, I just forget
and I miss him sometimes.

I rode by his old place today
and reminisced for a while.
I could still see him set’in on the front porch,
wear’in that big smile.

One thing, I guess
that makes me so sad
is that I can’t ever remember saying
I love you Dad

Ah he knew I loved him,
It was something I never had to say.
Besides, telling another man you loved him,
even your Dad, it just wasen’t done out our way.

As I rode back toward my place,
I though, what the heck.
I’m gone’a go tell my son I love him.
And hug his neck.