Dad played piano but put it aside.
He played clarinet but then he sold it.
All for the family that needed a ride.
He did all that he could just to hold it
All in the road. A rebel and yet,
He gave us all of his money and time.
His Whizzer, his leather, his clarinet
Were all for sale if he needed a dime
For guitars and saxes, clothing and shoes,
Whatever it took to give us a break.
He played boogie woogie, swing and the blues,
But gave it all up, that and more, to make
Our lives that much better. Thanks, Daddy Ray!
I wish I was there. Happy Fathers’ Day.
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