Stopping By

Driving to a baseball game on a friday afternoon

Hotter than hell in atlanta, georgia.

I guess it's been fifteen years since I came through here

Probably should have called to warn you

But I'm stopping by. I'm stopping by, daddy

How did your life turn out? Do you ever think about

A teenage girl in chattanooga?

You ever tell your folks the truth?

That might've been the last of you.

Would've been a shame. We hardly knew ya

Now I'm stopping by. I'm stopping by, daddy

I think the best of me's still standing in the doorway

Counting cars and counting days and counting years

I could say you made me go through life the hard way

But it might've been worse if you were here.

Looking through a picture book. There's one I think my momma took.

You couldn't have been much over twenty.

Shirtless in your cutoff jeans, you hand a lollipop to me.

I probably asked where you got the money

A picture on another page. I recognize my eyes have aged.

I'd been alone for quite a while then

Trying to get a match to burn

Waiting on a latch to turn.

I still have difficulty smiling

But I'm stopping by. I'm stopping by, daddy

I think the best of me's still standing in the doorway.

Whatever's left is headed south on 85.

Passing families on vacation headed your way.

They look so happy and alive, and I'm stopping by, daddy.