He's been sittin' on the back porch of his life
for many a wasted year
He never knew how to love a woman
He never knew how to shed a tear
He always said you could not see the flies on him
But you could see where they had been
And he'd carve a hole in a mountain-side
Just to show you something you had never seen
Daddy come home, don't take your life away
Daddy come home, Momma cry herself to sleep every day
Daddy come home, we don't mind, we don't mind being poor
Daddy come home, we miss you now and forever more
He's been sitting on the back porch of his life for many a wasted day
He'd rise before the angels pulling plough from the back of old Bay
He'd rest only when the resting good
And the rain too far away
And he cut a lonely silhouette in the sky at the end of every day
Daddy come home, don't take your life away
Daddy come home, Momma cry herself to sleep every day
Daddy come home, we don't mind, we don't mind being poor
Daddy come home, we miss you now and forever more
He's been sitting on the back porch of his life,
just resting wasting time
He never knew how to tell his children
he could not look them in the eye
And he sunk down in a river of shame
he always tried to find his feet
And we watched the dirty water fill his eyes
with the poison of defeat
Daddy come home, don't take your life away
Daddy come home, Momma cry herself to sleep every day
Daddy come home, we don't mind, we don't mind being poor
Daddy come home, we miss you now and forever more
