Daddy Had a Beer

That's me in that black and white
 On mama's right hip back in 79
 Big sister on the couch curled up with Raggedy Ann
 And daddy had a beer in his hand
 I used to wait on the porch every night about dark
 For that flat bed chevy to roll up in the yard
 Even twelve hours tired he still hugged his little man
 And daddy had a beer in his hand
 He liked to sip 'em slow, make 'em last
 One too many was one he never had
 But watching the game, fishing or cutting the grass
 Daddy had a beer in his hand
 Just about every Saturday night
 We heard mama in the kitchen saying you ain't right
 He'd be tugging at her apron saying c'mon baby let's dance
 And daddy had a beer in his hand
 He liked to sip 'em slow, make 'em last
 One too many was one he never had
 But watching the game, fishing or cutting the grass
 Yeah daddy had a beer in his hand
 I got this picture in my mind
 Of all the folks I love on the other side
 A little postcard greeting sayin' "Welcome to the Promised Land"
 I just had to laugh cause daddy had a beer in his hand
 Yeah daddy had a beer in his hand