Driving to a baseball game, on a Friday afternoon
Hotter than hell in Atlanta, Georgia
I guess it's been fifteen years since I came through here
Probably should have called to warn you
But I'm stopping by
I'm stopping by, daddy
How did your life turn out?
Do you ever think about a teenage girl in Chattanooga?
You ever tell your folks the truth?
That might have been the last of you
Would have been a shame, we hardly knew ya
Now I'm stopping by
I'm stopping by, daddy
I think the best of me is still standing in the doorway
Counting cars and counting days and counting years
And I could say you made me go through life the hard way
But might have been worse if you were here
Looking through a picture book
There's one I think my momma took
You couldn't have been much over twenty
Shirtless in your cutoff jeans, you hand a lollipop to me
I probably asked where you got the money
A picture on another page, I recognize my eyes have aged
I'd been alone for quite a while then
Trying to get a match to burn, waiting on a latch to turn
I still have difficulty smiling
But I'm stopping by
I'm stopping by, daddy
I think the best of me is still standing in the doorway
Whatever's left is headed south on 85
Passing families on vacation, headed your way
They look so happy and alive and I'm stopping by, daddy

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