Cocktail And A Song

Daddy passed me his bottle of Tequila
 Said, "Time's running out
 We're gonna have to pretend it's a margarita
 It's the order of things, it's the way it goes
 Don't you look at me, girl like I'm already gone"
 "The day is close, it won't be long
 Couple of cocktails and a song
 And don't you let me see you cry
 Don't you go grieving
 Not before I'm gone"
 He had his lighter on a leash
 And menthols in his shirt pocket
 Said, "I'm going up with the smoke
 There's no doin' anything to stop it
 So take a deep breath
 Quit with the countdown
 You've always been your daddy's girl
 Nothing's gonna change that now"
 "The day is close, it won't be long
 Couple of cocktails and a song
 And don't you let me see you cry
 Don't you go grieving
 Not before I'm gone"
 And then he stared down at his shoes
 Through the pink begonia's blue
 Said, "Daddy, all I want is your silver belt buckle
 And maybe your black Stetson hat"
 And both of us laughed about that
 "The day is close, no it won't be long
 Couple of cocktails and a song
 Don't you let me see you cry
 Don't you go grieving
 Not before I die"