Daddy Was A Skywriter
Lyrics Cory Branan

Written by: Cory Branan

Produced by: Paul Ebersold

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Daddy was a skywriter
Momma was a rock-stemmed rose
Papa shaped this place with grease and grace
Momma loved me and I hope it shows

Tried and true as the color of his collar
His eyes grew bluer as he searched for words
But words are crumbs and the lesson of a father
Is how to hack your way through the hunger and the birds

Hopefully they're right about the pen being mightier
That any weapon anyone'll wield
But where they mark off men with the cross of a pen
I'll carry my old man's steel

Daddy was a skywriter
Momma was a rock-stemmed rose
Papa shaped this place with grease and grace
Momma loved me and I hope it shows

She said build your house on the solid rock of Jesus
Fool to choose the sand of sin
I run out and sign myself a long lease
On a little place made of rain and wind

But she learned me pretty good about the coulda-woulda-shoulda
And the cripplin' weight of a crutch
She wasn't dead on about every little thing
But she weren't dead wrong about much

Daddy was a skywriter
Momma was a rock-stemmed rose
Papa shaped this place with grease and grace
Momma loved me and I hope it shows
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Daddy was a skywriter
Momma was a rock-stemmed rose
Papa shaped this place with grease and grace
Momma loved me and I hope
And I hope it shows

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