and sit down in his chair
complain about us kids getting in his hair
at night he'd sit alone and smoke
i'd see his frown behind his lighter's flame
now that same frown's in my mirror
i got my daddy's blood inside my veins
a beer to wash it down with
a little whiskey on the side
it's not so bad alone here
it don't bother me that every night's the same
i don't need another lover