"Daddy Was A Real Good Dancer" lyrics

"Daddy Was A Real Good Dancer"

Growing up I never knew why
Daddy was so depressed
He always paid his interest
But he never got out of debt

If I saw him now
I guess I'd feel real old
I'd hand him my baby girl
And play some rock n' roll

Because
Daddy, Daddy was a real good dancer
That's what everybody'd say
Daddy, Daddy was a real good dancer
Until he had me and then he threw his dancing shoes away

I got a photograph of Daddy
But that don't mean he's here
Lost behind a mustache
And a tank top and a beer

I guess I get down too
When nothing no one says is true
Then dancing to a distant beat
I call them daddy's happy feet

Because
Daddy, Daddy was a real good dancer
That's what everybody'd say
Daddy, Daddy was a real good dancer
Until he had me and then he threw his dancing shoes away

When he finally laid
My cold and creaky bones to rest
I hope I'm not a mystery
To those who knew me best

But if all my eulogies
Are all corny fantasies
Just put on my favorite groove
Because that's what you would always do

Because
Daddy, Daddy was a real good dancer
That's what everybody'd say
Daddy, Daddy was a real good dancer
Until he had me and then he threw his dancing shoes away


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