Daddy

His deeds were never published for the public things he did were never done for show
His name was never printed in the paper until about two days ago
He only filed a short form for his taxes no one asked him how he felt about the war
He always had a good word for his neighbor
Now his good words won't be heard anymore
And through the rain I heard the choir singing (Nearer my God to Thee)
Through the mist I saw some children crying and I felt nearer my God to Thee
[ guitar ]
His table was never full of plenty his silverware was never the real thing
But the tears on the faces of his family were just as real as if he been a king
Preacher said he'd always been a good man
But preachers always throw that phrase around
But the tears I tasted gave his words new meaning
Watching old friends puttin' daddy in the ground
And through the rain I heard...