By Conway Twitty
rmofle at satx.rr.com
5/21/04He 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
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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
Another kind of game that Daddies play