Cat's in the Cradle
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Lung Tung Xeng Band (Cover)
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Every day my papa, go to work to help
to make ends meet
To see what we would eat,
keep the shoes upon my feet.
Every night my papa would take and
tuck me in my bed.
Kiss me on my head,
after all my prayers were said.
Growing up with him was easy,
just flew on by.
The years began to fly,
so we aged and so did I.
And I could tell,
that mama wasn't well.
Papa knew, and deep down so did she.
So did she.
When she died,
my papa broke down and cried.
And all he said was, why her take me.
Every night he sat there sleeping,
in his rocking chair.
He never went upstairs,
only because she wasn't there.
Then one day my papa, said, 'Son, out the way you've grown.'
Make it on your own,
oh, I'll be okay alone.
And I could tell,
that mama wasn't well.
Papa knew, and deep down so did she.
So did she.
When she died,
my papa broke down and cried.
And all he said was, why her, take me.
Every night he sat there sleeping,
in his rocking chair.
He never went upstairs,
only because she wasn't there.
Then one day my papa said, 'Son, out the way you've grown.'
Make it on your own,
oh, I'll be okay alone.
Every time I kiss my children,
papa's voice rings true.
Children live through you.
They'll grow and leave you too.
I remember every word
my papa used to say.
I'll leave them every day,
he taught me well that way.
Every night my papa would take and
talk to me in my bed.
Kiss me on my head,
after all my prayers were said.
