Papa - Sound-A-Like As Made Famous By Paul Anka - Various Artists

Everyday my papa would work

To try to make ends meet

To see that we would eat

Keep those shoes upon my feet

Every night my papa take

And tuck me in my bed

Kiss me on my head

After all the prayers were said

Growing up with them was easy

The time just flew on by

The years began to fly

They aged and so did I

And I could tell

That mama wasn't well

Papa knew and deep down so did she

So did she

When she died

Papa broke down and he cried

All he said was

God why Take me

Everyday night sat there sleeping in his walking chair

He never went upstais

All Because she wasn't there

Then one day my Papa said

Son I'm proud the way you've grown

Make it on your own

I will be ok

Alone

Every time I kiss my children

Papa's words ring true

If children live through you

Them grow

And make you too

I remember every word

My papa used to say

I live them everyday

He talk me well right way

Every night my papa would take me

And tuck me in my bed

Kiss me on my head