Driving to a baseball game, on a Friday afternoon Hotter than hell in Atlanta, Georgia I guess it's been fifteen years since I came through here Probably should have called to warn you
But I'm stopping by I'm stopping by, daddy
How did your life turn out? Do you ever think about a teenage girl in Chattanooga? You ever tell your folks the truth? That might have been the last of you Would have been a shame, we hardly knew ya
Now I'm stopping by I'm stopping by, daddy
I think the best of me is still standing in the doorway Counting cars and counting days and counting years And I could say you made me go through life the hard way But might have been worse if you were here
Looking through a picture book There's one I think my momma took You couldn't have been much over twenty Shirtless in your cutoff jeans, you hand a lollipop to me I probably asked where you got the money
A picture on another page, I recognize my eyes have aged I'd been alone for quite a while then Trying to get a match to burn, waiting on a latch to turn I still have difficulty smiling
But I'm stopping by I'm stopping by, daddy
I think the best of me is still standing in the doorway Whatever's left is headed south on 85 Passing families on vacation, headed your way They look so happy and alive and I'm stopping by, daddy