Driving to a baseball game on a Friday afternoon
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Hotter than hell in Atlanta, Georgia.
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I guess it's been fifteen years since I came through here
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Probably should have called to warn you.
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But I'm stopping by. I'm stopping by, Daddy.
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How did your life turn out? Do you ever think about
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a teenage girl in Chattanooga?
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You ever tell your folks the truth?
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That might've been the last of you.
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Would've been a shame. We hardly knew ya.
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Now I'm stopping by. I'm stopping by, Daddy.
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I think the best of me's still standing in the doorway
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Counting cars and counting days and counting years
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I could say you made me go through life the hard way
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But it might've been worse if you were here.
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Looking through a picture book. There's one I think my momma took.
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You couldn't have been much over twenty.
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Shirtless in your cutoff jeans, you hand a lollipop to me.
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I probably asked where you got the money.
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A picture on another page. I recognize my eyes have aged.
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I'd been alone for quite a while then.
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Trying to get a match to burn. Waiting on a latch to turn.
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I still have difficulty smiling.
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But I'm stopping by. I'm stopping by, Daddy.
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I think the best of me's still standing in the doorway.
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Whatever's left is headed south on 85.
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Passing families on vacation headed your way.
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They look so happy and alive, and I'm stopping by, Daddy.
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Stopping By
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| Jason Isbell |
