Not all people have happy memories of childhood. Not even in Tishomingo County.
Well, Mama is a waitress in a local café She works nights & weekends, & cleans houses by day Daddy is a trucker, spends his weeks on the road Mama says “he ain’t a bad man, he just totes a heavy load” And we can’t help but tremble when he walks thru the door, Won’t somebody help us we can’t take it any more And every weekend, the neighbors pull their shades Turn their radios up high & look the other way…. When Daddy’s home. While Mama’s at work, we take care of ourselves Bonnie’s only 8, but Tom’s 10, & I’m 12 When Daddy gets home, we do our best to be quiet ‘cause when Daddy gets mad, there’s gonna be an awful fight And we can’t tell nobody ‘bout the things that go on When Daddy’s home And every weekend, the neighbors pull their shades Turn their radios up high & look the other way…. When Daddy’s home. I found Daddy’s gun, laying on the closet shelf I picked it up & prayed, God help me do this by myself The shot rang out light thunder, Lightning flashed across the room He fell against the table -NOBODY moved As the tears ran down my face I breathed a sigh of relief Maybe now our little home can have a little peace Well, the neighbors knew what happened that night But they swore it was an accident and the sheriff said, that’s right Now, DADDY’S GONE….Now, DADDY’S GONE….Yeah, DADDY’S