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the masters family - papa lyrics

drifting back, drifting back
yes, i’m drifting back to my yesterday

people call their parents by many different names
like mother and father, and momma and daddy, and some say mom and dad
but i call my folks mama and papa
they’re the best friends that i ever had

i remember the time on my father’s knee
i remember the stories that he’d tell to me
about places he’d been, and things he’d done
y’see, papa was my hero, and i was his son

we’d go fishing, just papa and me
and sit on thе bank in the shade of a tree
i’d bait my hook first and watch papa smile
and if i caught thе first fish, boy, i’d just simply go wild

we’d gather at night and have family prayer
mama and papa and us young+uns was all there
just poor country folks, but we got along somehow
and papa made his livin’ by the sweat of his brow

we’d ride to town on the ol’ wagon seat
i’d have on my new shoes (they always hurt my feet)
papa would give me a quarter and tell me to have fun
and i’d buy me a lotta candy and a lotta chewing gum
in jacksonville, florida, the place where i was born
someday i’m goin’ back to that same little farm
papa’s gettin’ old now, and his hair’s as white as snow
but just like a youngster, papa’s still my hero

yes, i’m drifting back to my yesterday

- the masters family lyrics

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