Daddy was a coalminer
He worked the pits all day
In Rock Springs, Wyoming
It was meant to be a stop for a day, became his home nothing
more I can say

Daddy was a part time farmer
He worked the field for pay
But he'd rather have new shoes for them horses
But late one day, them horses run away
Shouldn't have put the shoes on that way

Too bad for daddy
Such a shame he took it all
So me and mom took the high road
But it's not like we had a choice at all

Daddy was a guitar player
He'd play that joint all night
Out back in the shack the six-string was his demon
Maybe one day I could run away, join my dad in a band to play

Now it's just me and mom here
We sit alone all night
But if you listen close you can hear my daddy playing
It was meant to be a stop for a day, left us here, now he's on his way

Too bad for daddy
Such a shame he took it all
So me and mom, we took the high road
But it's not like we had a choice at all

Just to bad for daddy
It's such a shame he took it all
So me and mom took the high road
But it's not like we had a choice at all