By Conway Twitty
rmofle at satx.rr.com
5/21/04
He put his
arms around her shoulder and with a voice that sounded older
He said, “
Mom, I got something on my
mind
I don’t wanna bother you but I sure need to talk to you
If you can only spare the
time
And
Mom I hope you understand how much I love and need you
And I
don’t want you to take this the wrong
way
But
don’t you think I’m old enough and
big enough and strong enough
To
play the games that Daddies
play
My friend Billy Parker’s dad came by today to see me
And he
wondered if I’d like to
go
with
him and Billy on a hike and maybe camp out overnight
the
way I’ve seen ’em do in picture
shows
And
there’s one thing I’d like to do and maybe if I ask him to
He’d
sit and talk with me man to
man
We’d
only be gone overnight and
I could find out what it’s like
to
play the games that Daddies
play
Key Change
She
quickly turned to hide the tears from her son of seven years
He
didn’t know she’d read between the
lines
He’d
never really known his dad and although he’d never ask
She
knew exactly what was on his
mind
She
searched her mind in desperation, six long years of separation
Dimmed the words she knew she had to
say
I
hope you’re never big enough or
old enough or bold enough
To
play the games that Daddies
play
I
know you need and want his love but, Son, you’re the victim of
A
nother kind of game that Daddies
play
