Jeff's Song Lyrics

He wasn't there
for my first bike ride
he wasn't there for my
birthday
he wasn't there when
I cast my first
fishing line

He wasn't there
when I got my first
home run
he wasn't there when I bagged
that deer with my new
shot-gun

He always dodged the question
when I asked him why?
He said son money's tight
I've got to work
there ain't that much time

So every night when
I lay down in my bed
I'd pray
and wish upon a star
that he'd finally
come around and see
How much he's missed


CHORUS:

MY 1st home run
MY 1st Gold Star
My 1st Bike ride
My 1st Guitar
That firshingpole
and that shotgun
sometimes
I shake my head
and wonder why?
He missed me playing
My first guitar.