| Song | Daddy's At Home - Live |
| Artist | Cross Canadian Ragweed |
| Album | Back To Tulsa: Live And Loud At Cain's Ballroom |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Ragsdale | |
| Wake up Dee Dee is what he would say | |
| Then walk out my door and go start his day | |
| The road so lonesome and the field so alone | |
| To him it felt like his home | |
| He called his wife mama | |
| He called his kids babies | |
| He called us from the phone to tell us | |
| That he may be a little bit late | |
| Maybe two or three days | |
| But the work from the field it still pays | |
| We're all gonna meet him someday | |
| And oh how we're gonna play | |
| With our guitars in tune in his big music room | |
| With angels singing to every tune | |
| Oh but until that day know | |
| Daddy's at home | |
| We're all gonna meet him someday | |
| And oh how we're gonna play | |
| With our guitars in tune in his big music room | |
| With angels singing to every tune | |
| Oh but until that day know | |
| Daddy's at home |
| zuo qu : Ragsdale | |
| Wake up Dee Dee is what he would say | |
| Then walk out my door and go start his day | |
| The road so lonesome and the field so alone | |
| To him it felt like his home | |
| He called his wife mama | |
| He called his kids babies | |
| He called us from the phone to tell us | |
| That he may be a little bit late | |
| Maybe two or three days | |
| But the work from the field it still pays | |
| We' re all gonna meet him someday | |
| And oh how we' re gonna play | |
| With our guitars in tune in his big music room | |
| With angels singing to every tune | |
| Oh but until that day know | |
| Daddy' s at home | |
| We' re all gonna meet him someday | |
| And oh how we' re gonna play | |
| With our guitars in tune in his big music room | |
| With angels singing to every tune | |
| Oh but until that day know | |
| Daddy' s at home |
| zuò qǔ : Ragsdale | |
| Wake up Dee Dee is what he would say | |
| Then walk out my door and go start his day | |
| The road so lonesome and the field so alone | |
| To him it felt like his home | |
| He called his wife mama | |
| He called his kids babies | |
| He called us from the phone to tell us | |
| That he may be a little bit late | |
| Maybe two or three days | |
| But the work from the field it still pays | |
| We' re all gonna meet him someday | |
| And oh how we' re gonna play | |
| With our guitars in tune in his big music room | |
| With angels singing to every tune | |
| Oh but until that day know | |
| Daddy' s at home | |
| We' re all gonna meet him someday | |
| And oh how we' re gonna play | |
| With our guitars in tune in his big music room | |
| With angels singing to every tune | |
| Oh but until that day know | |
| Daddy' s at home |