On May 8, 1995, it was the day my Daddy died;
My heart was broken so I cried and cried.
Daddy had a smile that shone like a star;
Daddy took me everywhere, even fox hunting with his old dog J.R.
We built a campfire and he told me to be very quiet;
So we could hear J.R. and the other dogs chasing a fox that night.
Gathered around the campfire was Uncle Buddy, Houston, Daddy and me;
I was snuggled in my Daddy’s arms so I was as happy as could be.
So I’ll live my life for Jesus and this is my plan;
To be with Daddy in Jesus’ promised land.
Your one and only Daughter,