That willow tree

I just got back,

from the tobacco field

Took daddy some water

And his morning pill

Up before sunrise

And the last one to bed

This is how

He kept the family fed

On his knees every night

Before he went to bad

Praying to the lord

for the kids he fed

Sunday morning,

He's ready for church

Making, sure that

We were dressed first

On the front row harming

His favorite song

Deacon sitting beside him

Harming along

Back up in the morning

Before the brake of day

Already filled the barn loft

Full of hay

Aint no man like daddy

He always put us first

Wearing those worn out shoes

But would give you his shirt

Right off his back

No questionssss asked

Daddy's is buried up on the hill

Beneath that old willow tree

As kids ,if we didn't see daddy

We knew just where he'd be

On the hill. Talking to God

Beneath. That. Old. willow

Tree. Beneath the willow tree. Beneath the willow tree,,

Now I still talk to daddy

Beneath that old willow tree