My

fa-

ther

had

de-

m-

en-

tia

He

lied

in

bed

for

mo-

nths

Once

in

a

while

he'd

c-

all

me,

and

ask

me

to

fly

down

I

told

him

that

I'd

l-

ove

to

But

I

had

things

to

d-

o

And

so

he

di-

ed

wi-

th-

out

his

son

I

heard

a-

bout

it

drunk

a-

fter

a

sh-

ow

My

mo-

ther

batt-

led

c-

an-

cer

For

o-

ver

se-

ven

ye-

ars

I

nursed

her

and

I

h-

eld

her

When

time

was

run-

ning

o-

ut

The

night

be-

fore

she

l-

eft

me

I

drank

scotch

all

ni-

ght

And

thanked

h-

er

for

e-

ve-

ry-

thing

she'd

done

Ra-

ising

me

a-

l-

o-

ne

wasn't

much

f-

un

So

dad

I

can

for-

gi-

ve

you,

but

I'll

ne-

ver

for-

g-

et,

Months

I

would-

n't

se-

e

you

and

when

I

did

You'd

be

o-

ut

with

your

friends

all

n-

i-

ght

A-

lone

and

on-

ly

ni-

ne

I

watched

the

ou-

ter

l-

i-

mits

Scared

out

of

my

m-

ind

I

won-

der

if

you

f-

elt

the

same

The

days

be-

fore

you

di-

ed

I

won-

der

if

you

e-

v-

en

knew

Why

I

would-

n't

come

a-

ro-

und

I

bet

if

you

had

be-

en

there,

There

would-

n't

be

this

s-

ong

Two

thou-

sand

s-

ix

good-

bye

pa-

r-

ents

For

once,

I'm

sincere

Two

thou-

sand

s-

ix

My

or-

phan

ye-

ar