Well daddy's gonna die before I know him Though he leaves his cigarette pack on the dashboard My mama run from him when I was five My sister wasn't born yet -- But she's got her papa's eyes My mama used to drive the boulevard In our old blue car She'd drive up to the bar where he was parked She'd try to save his life But I guess he drank it dry So daddy's gonna die before I know him You know he leaves his cigarette pack on the dashboard My mama run from him when I was five My sister wasn't born yet But she's got her papa's eyes And they look a lot like mine