Daddy's Hands

Another Thanksgiving on a rainy day
 the whole house smells like a big ashtray
 it may be loud, but thats our way
 we're a family
 Dusty pictures on the TV set
 house full of books we ain't got to yet
 brother wrecked daddys little red Corvette and he's pissed
 Daddy's hands just kept getting older
 reminding us how much we don't know
 And Momma's nights just kept getting colder
 come on Daddy, one more Christmas
 My baby likes it when it's cold and gray
 she'd rather be out East than in LA
 She dont feel much like a palm tree today
 she likes it just where we're at
 Spent New Years Eve in a hospital bed
 Daddy's sick but he's far from dead
 it's holidays like this you never forget
 we'll all drink to that
 Daddy's hands just kept getting older
 reminding us how much we don't know
 And Momma's nights just kept getting colder
 come on Daddy, one more Christmas
 it ain't your time to go
 alllright...
 Daddy's hands just kept getting older
 reminding us how much we don't know
 And Momma's nights just kept getting colder
 come on Daddy, one more Christmas
 and Momma's nights just kept getting colder
 come on Daddy, one more Christmas
 it ain't your time to go