My 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 always knew, my daddy’s love was true.
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.
So much I’ve learned to understand
Holding daddy’s calloused hands
And listening as he dreamed and pined for the family
Now things have changed since he’s been gone,
But in my heart, his dream lives on
I’ll do my best to carryon 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
My daddy was a hard working honest man”