He'd get home about five thirty

Fix a drink and sit down in his chair

Pick a fight with mama

Complain about us kids getting in his hair

At night he'd sit alone, smoke

I'd see his frown behind the lighter's flame

That same frown's in my mirror

I got my daddy's blood inside my veins



Fish swim, birds fly

Daddies yell, mamas cry

Old men sit and think

I drink



You got your chicken TV dinner

Six minutes on defrost, three on high

A beer to wash it down with

Then another little whiskey on the side

It's not so bad alone here

It don't bother me that every night's the same

I don't need another lover

Hanging round, trying to make me change



Fish swim, birds fly

Lovers leave, by and by

Old men sit and think

I drink



I know what I am

But I don't

I don't give a damn



Fish swim, birds fly

Daddies yell, mamas cry

Old men sit and think

I drink