You blew us kisses in the nighttime
You thought we were asleep
You always sang on Sunday mornings
In the shower and out of key
You have a book on any subject
And you hand ‘em out for free
You taught us to hold money lightly
There’s always someone in need
And I love that photo of you
In that yellow tee
With blue velour iron-on letters
It says, “I love my three”
We roll our eyes at all your stale jokes
But you tell them anyway
Making houseguests smile or chuckle
Or making a stranger’s day
Never handy or outdoorsy
But you sure knew how to play
Still you find a cause to worry
Even when we are okay
And I love that photo of you…
First time I ever saw you cryin’
I knew I’d never be the same
Your tears can move a jaded seeker
Put a callous man to shame
I know my words have sometimes hurt you
I’ve done my share of casting blame
But Sis’ and I are lucky daughters
You were the dad at every game
And I love that photo of you…
…I love my three (3x)
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