Dropping Leaves
The doctor told my daddy
He's got weeks to live
He came straight home to tell my mom
And us hungry kids
With not a single penny saved
Down at the local bank
My daddy made his way out back
And started digging his own grave
He picked the sweetest resting spot
Underneath the maple tree
So when the leaves decide to drop
We can rake in his memory
My daddy winked and said all this
With the biggest of his grins
Coughing up a spot of blood
We decided then to go back in
Things are mostly quiet
Around here these sad days
Ever since the hand of death
Put my daddy in his grave
I'm now in that maple tree
With no one to push my lonely swing
Thinking of my daddy
Waiting on those dropping leaves
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