Daddy was a hard working honest man He built our home with his own hands Working long days, and late every night for the family When evening came and the sun went down He and old John would still be making the rounds Doing all he could, to make ends meet for the family He never had to say how he felt inside I could see it in his eyes and feel it when he cried Somehow I just always knew, my daddy's love was true Daddy was a hard working honest man He built our home with his own hands Lord, we sure could use more good men like daddy So much I've learned to understand Holding daddy's calloused hands And listening as he dreamed and planed for the family Now things have changed since he's been gone But in my heart, his dream lives on And I'll do my best to carry on like daddy I pray every night that folks would see The love of my lord and my daddy, and me And my only dream is that one day My little boy will say "My daddy was a hard working honest man He built our home with his own hands Lord, we sure could use, more good men like daddy Lord, we sure could use, more good men like daddy Daddy was a hard working honest man