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Backstory:

lost my dad..... this is a very unusual song structure, just simple 3 verses connected with 2 bridges... kind of old school lonesome story telling.                                 

Lyrics:

                                                  
Ain't Used to Daddy Being Gone


Verse1

I ain't used to these cold nights
hangin on til the end of March
I ain't used to that new light
They put up down by Walmart
I ain't used to my whiskey
Mixed with fruit and honey
Why can't they leave a good thing alone
I ain't used to daddy being gone


Verse 2

He sure did love to fly
I still look up when I hear a plane
I pretend it's him sometimes
Flyin' 'round like nothin's changed
He'd call me when he landed 
Just to talk about that pretty blue sky
I'll keep reaching for my phone
Til I get used to daddy being gone

BRIDGE 1

Spittin snow up on a hilltop
They played TAPS at his graveside
While I stood staring at a hell of a man
I couldn't tell goodbye

Verse 3

I gave his buddy Troy his tractor
So I could pass it on my way to church
And Jesse his red four door truck
He drops by when it needs some work
Then I cleaned out his big ole barn
Packed up every greasy tool
Everything I could I brought it home
Don't wanna get used to daddy being gone

BRIDGE 2

Wish I could be there when he gets his wings
Sure hope he knows he gave me mine
And that's how I can carry on
But it'll take time.............gettin used to daddy being gone

I ain't used to Daddy being gone