The Phone Call

Well when he got the phone call it gave him quite a fright
Cause a call from home is rare enough especially at midnight
He answered kind of nervous, a voice said, This is dad
I was sitting here and thought of you and it made me really sad.

I know Ive been a hard mad to live with in my life.
Youd think that I just didnt care cause all we did was fight.
And you probably hate me more than anyone
But I still love you son.

That time when you were 14 that bully blacked your eye
We tracked him down and I made you fight until you made him cry.
I know this worn out feeling the things that Ive done wrong
That drove a wedge between our hearts and drove you from our home

I made you give up football so you could bail my hay.
I made you give up Jenny and then she got away.
Any you probably hate me more than anyone
But I still love you son.

For all the love I never gave Im sorry for that now.
And for all the things I didnt say I want to say somehow.
But I guess Id better hang up because I probably called too late
But if you could find it in your heart to forgive me thatd be great.
But you probably hate me more than anyone
But I still love you son.

And then he heard the dial tone and then his front doorbell
And his mother stood there all alone not looking very well
She said, I drove three hours didnt make one stop
Cause tonight your daddy passed away just before eight oclock.

At first he talked about you like he aint done in years,
And you might not believe this but, god, he cried real tears.
He said you probably hate him more than anyone
But he still loved you son.

And he said, For all the love I never gave Im sorry for that now.
And he said, For all the things I didnt say I want to say somehow.
He said you probably hate him more than anyone
But he still loved you son.
He still loved you son.