He loved the good drink and conversation
Or story about his rich lived life
Smoked 40 a day, trucking was life
When we ride by his side
He loved the hard work, with a passion
And the long drive throughout the night
Seeing the world flying like a bird
And we've been waiting most of our lives
To get him home
To get him home
I got the call on my birthday
"Sorry, son, I have to say
Your daddy's gone, I won't make it back
Daddy's gone, I can't make it back
I hope you spend your days as best you can
All my love to you from your old man
Daddy's gone, I won't make it back to you
To you..."
He loved my mama 'til his final breath
But loved the wine and road even more, I bet
Years went by before I saw him again
As I grew up I started to understand
That heroes fade and new one comes
But I know where I belong
My love for him will always stay strong, I know
I got the call on my daughter's day
"Sorry, son, I'm too far away
Daddy's gone, I won't make it back
Daddy's gone, I won't make it back
I hope you spend your days as best you can
All my love you heard from your old man
So daddy's gone and he ain't coming back to you
To you..."
I like to think that the man I knew
Has finally found his peace
I like to think that the man I knew
Is looking down on me, sometimes
I got the call just the other day
With a strange sad voice, she had to say
"Your daddy's gone and he ain't coming back
Your daddy's gone and he ain't coming back
I hope he left this world with a big old smile
Felt our love as he closed his eyes
Daddy's gone and he ain't coming back to me
To me..."
Oh...
