Dad Gone Thing

Jack of all trade Master of everything Lived a life with a spice For the party he brings He could out-pray the Pope More junk, more dope He was my missin' link Pour him another drink He was always there To hear the church-bells ringing Front row, right pew So that he could be seen I was with him through all of this But a few things that he missed He didn't teach me a dad gone thing But how to sing Oh He charmed all the ladies They would watch his show He made art from his heart He could make a tear flow He could out-play the devil Out-smart him too If you would hear him croon his tune He would blow your mind too He was always there To hear the church-bells ringing Front row, right pew They might call him to do his thing He spun around in the pulpit Flashin' a diamond ring He didn't teach me a dad gone thing But how to sing Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa He charmed all the ladies They would watch his show He was smart, he was sharp But didn't wanna let go He could out-play the devil But why did he play me? I stood right in front of his stage But still I was hard to see He was always there To hear the church-bells ringing Front row, right pew So that he could be seen He would trade his only son For the life that he could get So the son went to the father's church Stepped into the pulpit Laying his head back, and opened his mouth The church jumped up like spring You didn't teach me a dad gone thing, oh But how to sing Oh And I won't sing my song (Heavenly Father) Sing my song (Heavenly Father) Heavenly Father (Heavenly Father) Can you hear my plea? (Heavenly Father) Heavenly Father, now, now, yeah (Heavenly Father) Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (Heavenly Father) Hey now, Heavenly Father (Heavenly Father) Can you hear my call? (Heavenly Father) Can you hear my- --- Dad Gone Thing - Gregory Porter