Lucky Daddy Alton


Sometimes when people live
Live beyond the average years
Life plays its cruelest joke
Parents putting away their kids
 
But lucky Daddy Alton’s gone
Down the road he paved
To the hands of the maker
From the hands he made
 
Now we’ve mixed up our blood
And it’s running around the house
Man my dark eyed little baby is just like you
My dark eyed little baby
 
There won’t be a kick in me when the undertaker’s paid
If I’m delivered to my maker from the hands I made
All his loved ones gathered round as he ran the race to the end
Man there’s no care anywhere like flesh and blood and real good friends
 
Lucky Daddy Alton’s gone
Down the road he paved
To the hands of the maker
From the hands he made
 
And we’ve mixed up our blood
And it’s running around the house
Man my dark eyed little baby is just like you
My dark eyed little baby
 
There won’t be a kick in me
If they try and shave my legs
If I’m delivered to the maker
From the hands I made
 
Lucky Daddy Alton’s gone
Down the road he paved
To the hands of the maker
From the hands he made
 
From the hands of the maker
To the hands he made