Daddy Said

Oh, I used to wish I was a hard line taker ... and they`d say,<br>"Six to one a half dozen`ll break her",<br>`till I fell in love with a young man who sang the blues<br>Oh, bless my daddy, he warned me well<br>He`d whisper in my ear and say, "Now look out, gal ...<br>there`s always a ne`er do well gonna call you the fool"<br><br>(chorus)<br>He said, "you`ll never learn to fish on a borrowed line<br>you`ll never learn to write if you`re walkin` `round cryin`<br>and it`s a pity that you`re lover died young, but ...<br>you`ll never get tired of livin` alone".<br>So, now I dream of the lover that I don`t know<br>It`s safer this way `cuz I don`t have to go ... oh, and he<br>won`t come ... so nobody goes away<br>Sometimes I wish for the warmth of his hand<br>take a look in these eyes and understand<br>I`m just a little too old to be a-learnin` the rules of the game<br><br>(repeat chorus)<br><br>Oh, maybe I could take him to Mexico<br>We`d kick our heels in the warm cloudy gulf<br>He`d sing a song about the weather in the Poconos;<br>this lover that I don`t know<br>Then two hearts would pound `stead of one in the night<br>I`d learn to fish with my own line<br>catch my dream and hope that line would hold<br><br>(repeat chorus)<br><br>No, I never get tired of livin` alone<br>Sometimes my feet get cold ... when I`m livin` alone ...