David Allan Coe — My Father Smoked His Pipe

While my Father smoked his pipe And my mother knitted things I wasn’t always into seeing things It took me quite awhile To travel til I cherished every mile I remember asking questions Early in the game While my Father smoked his pipe And my mother knitted things And my brother took a liking To the life wed always known And my sister let some singer put her on Then leave her with the youngins And a lot of shattered dreams While my Father smoked his pipe And my mother knitted things And the factories pumped their poison And the people prayed for peace While their sons and daughters Searched for new release And the workers paid the taxes And the salaries of the kings While my Father smoked his pipe And my mother knitted things Then the reason for believing started slowly through the change There were laws, that laws were made to rearrange There were cycles within cycles and the gifts the poet sprang While my Father smoked his pipe And my mother knitted things And the million marching men or more Kept marching through the maze To the beat of just one drummer in those days And so very few will ever learn to hear the songs we sing While their fathers smoked their pipes And their mother knitted things Yes my Father smoked his pipe And my mother knitted things I wasn’t always into seeing things It took me quite awhile