Dad said I’d stay in
You better skip that party
Nothing good there happens after 12 or 3 am
Weather says stay in
Let the plows ahead
Your tires lack the tread
Boy, don’t be a fool
I don’t care, I’m going
It won’t be the last time
At the rate I’m going
You will bury me
Storm outside is raging
Like a high school party
At the latch kid’s rambler
That boy’s always alone
His father likes to gamble
‘bout every other weekend
They’ll cut back on groceries
Till payday comes again
I don’t care, I’m going
It won’t be the last time
At the rate I’m going
You will bury me
Father to father or fathers with no fathers
Each on blames each other
Each a little true
I’m steadfast or stubborn
I’ll outlast the other
I should probably stay in and say how I love you
I don’t care, I’m going
It won’t be the last time
At the rate I’m going
You will bury me
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