daddy's girl

 
I was daddy's little girl
the wild girl no one but he could handle
looking back maybe not even him

I tried my best to be good when he was around
a troubled child
my real mom neglectful
by age three when he got custody
I was more than a handful

he's long since passed
so why am I sitting here thinking about him?
I miss him

I can just hear him in my mind
girl it's time you be about your business
time to move forward
no looking back

my drug days are breathing hard on me
I can see us packing up in his old truck
we're on the open road
without even a glance behind us