It’s Only Dad …
He wasn’t rich, he wasn’t poor
He grew up fast, well that’s for sure
No time to cry, No time for sad
Grew up fast in a town near SLO
Daddy died. 18 years old.
No time to cry, No time for sad
Wake up early come home late
Hoping someone fixed a plate
No time to eat, No time for sad
The most that you can hope for is to wake up every day
The best that you can do is to not be jobless any day
The only thing for certain is that nothing’s gonna change
Wake up in the rain, Everything’s okay …
(Inst 2bars)
Served his country in a foreign land
Dear John letter. Out of hand.
No time to cry. No time for sad
Got to drinking every night
Got to smoking Lucky Strikes
No time to cry. No time for sad
I never really understood
All he did for me until it
Was time to cry … and I was really sad …
It’s not about a movie man
It’s not about a Superman
It’s only dad … and the only dad I had …
The most that you can hope for is to wake up every day
The best that you can do is to not be jobless he would say
The only thing for certain is that nothing’s gonna change
Wake up in the rain, Everything’s okay …
It’s only dad … and the only dad I had …
It’s only dad … and the only dad I had …
It’s only dad … and the only dad I had …
It’s only dad … and the only dad I had
Music & Lyric by Tomás G Robinson
© 2019 tgrJams Productions™
Cover Photo by Christina Cleveland
Graphic Design by Thomas G Robinson
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
For My Dad ... Marcus G Elisarraras
September 21, 1939 - October 14, 2019
