Daddy, oh, Daddy Is that you behind the screen? I recognize some scratches In this frame of olive green Now, this old door has always kept Our family from harm What would it take to unlock it And find your outstretched arms? Look at me; it's your prodigal kid But don't go and slaughter the calf You've not seen the likes of me For one year and a half Somehow bad breaks and big mistakes Have driven me to tears My conscience aches; I hope this makes Some sense to your fresh ears Look by me; it's my roadtrip friend And--by the way--my spouse Occupation's travel, and our Chevy is our house We dig the Dead, and just got wed In Vegas, back in May We don't do much to keep in touch, And that's why I must say (Chorus) You can yell at me and laugh We'd argue til the dawn You can pull my photographs And throw them on the lawn Now, you don't owe me, mister And I'm sure not your exemption 'Cause I'm a buck twenty-five from being broke And a Hail Mary shy of redemption Yes, I'm a buck twenty-five from being broke And a Hail Mary shy of redemption Look at me; it's your second-born But don't go and slaughter the lamb I just stopped by to say "hello" And tell you how I am Some southbound deals and makeshift meals Have led me to your door Can you arrange a fair exchange For sleep upon your floor? (Chorus) (buck twenty-five) Is that you behind the screen? (buck twenty-five) Paint's a-peeling on the (buck twenty-five) Door that's kept our family from sin (buck twenty-five) Come and let your child in (Chorus)