Thanks for the beer, Dad
Other kids would have killed
To have a Dad who let them drink
Riding in the back of a pick-up
I passed you a cold beer
Every time you asked for one
Through the sliding glass of the cab
“Want a beer, Charlie?”
“No Dad. Mom would be mad.”
You drove us up and down mountains
Wind blowing my long hair
To go fishing on Lake Raystown
Bill yelled– “Dad’s crazy,”
Every time you smashed a beer bottle
On Slippery When Wet signs
Speeding near fifty
With kids in the back
Bill laughed and drank a beer
“Bill, Mom said no.”
“Dad ain’t married to Mom no more
And he’s still our Dad.”
You and Bill went fishing
I went swimming with your new girlfriend
You kept asking me if she was pretty
She was standing right next to you
“Yes. She’s pretty.”
She smiled and wanted me.
The girls fell in love with me , Dad.
All because of you.
