when I was a kid I thought my daddy was the Marlboro man
he would pick me up in his chevy truck to spend Friday nights with him
he was cool and quiet like Clint Eastwood
So the ride always felt awkward and the silence made me feel I was alone
Cause Daddy never talked to me
was it him or was it me?
if he were here I'd ask him why
Daddy talks more to me now than when he was alive
when he was a younger man he'd wake me up at four and take me fishing
we would sit in silence in that flat Jon boat until my skin was burning
When he got sick I packed up and moved
So that I might get to know him just a little better while we still had time
Cause Daddy never talked to me
was it him or was it me?
if he were here I'd ask him why
Daddy talks more to me now than when he was alive
The last time that I saw him he apologized for leaving me behind all those years ago
And I spent my life being mad and sad, it was hard to let it go
Cause Daddy never talked to me
was it him or was it me?
if he were here I'd ask him why
Daddy talks more to me now than when he was alive
Daddy talks more to me now than when he was alive
Daddy wont you talk to me, Daddy wont you talk to me