He´d get home at five-thirty Fix a drink and sit down in his chair Pick a fight with momma Complain about the kids getting in his hair
At night he´d sit alone and smoke I´d see his frown behind the lighters flame Now that same frowns in my mirror I got my daddy´s blood inside my veins
Fish swim, birds fly Daddy´s´ yell, momma´s cry Old men sit and think I Drink
Chicken TV dinner Six minutes on defrost three on high Beer to wash it down then another Some whiskey on the side It´s not so bad alone here It don´t bother me that every nights the same
I don´t need another lover hanging around Trying to make me change
Fish swim, birds fly Lovers leave, by and by Old men sit and think I Drink
I know, what I am But I don´t, give a damn
Fish swim, birds fly Daddy´s yell, momma´s cry Old men sit and think I Drink