BUT YOU LOVE ME, DADDY
(Pat Twitty)

Jim Reeves & R. Stevie Moore - 1959



Your five year old face
Is a dirty disgrace
(But you love me, Daddy)

You scatter your toys
And you make too much noise
(But you love me, Daddy)

You know little lad
You can be pretty bad
(But you love me, Daddy)

You wake me at dawn
When I want to sleep on
(But you love me, Daddy)

Now, you eat the cookies
When I tell you, no
(But you love me, Daddy)
('Cause you tell me so)

Your so hard to scold
'Cause your my five year old
(And 'cause you love me, Daddy)

When I dress you up
You go play with the pup
(But you love me, Daddy)

When I use the phone
You won't leave me alone
(But you love me, Daddy)

You make sister wail
Pulling her pony tail
(But you love me, Daddy)

You scratch up the floor
And you write on the door
(But you love me, Daddy)

You ask foolish questions
Now, you know that's true
(But you love me, Daddy)
Now you know you do.

Your so hard to scold
'Cause you're my five year old
(And 'cause you love me, Daddy)











(Contributed by Mel - August 2010)