Daddy

His deeds were never published for the public things he did were never done for show

His name was never printed in the paper until about two days ago

He only filed a short form for his taxes no one asked him how he felt about the war

He always had a good word for his neighbor

Now his good words won't be heard anymore

And through the rain

I heard the choir singing (Nearer my God to Thee)

Through the mist

I saw some children crying and

I felt nearer my

God to Thee [ guitar ]

His table was never full of plenty his silverware was never the real thing

But the tears on the faces of his family were just as real as if he been a king

Preacher said he'd always been a good man

But preachers always throw that phrase around

But the tears

I tasted gave his words new meaning

Watching old friends puttin' daddy in the ground

And through the rain

I heard...