The Phone Call

Well when he got the phone call it gave him quite a fright
?Cause a call from home is rare enough especially at midnight
He answered kind of nervous, a voice said, ?This is dad
I was sitting here and thought of you and it made me really sad

?I know I?ve been a hard mad to live with in my life
You?d think that I just didn?t care ?cause all we did was fight
And you probably hate me more than anyone
But I still love you son

?That time when you were 14 that bully blacked your eye
We tracked him down and I made you fight until you made him cry
I know this worn out feeling the things that I?ve done wrong
That drove a wedge between our hearts and drove you from our home

?I made you give up football so you could bail my hay
I made you give up Jenny and then she got away
Any you probably hate me more than anyone
But I still love you son

?For all the love I never gave I?m sorry for that now
And for all the things I didn?t say I want to say somehow
But I guess I?d better hang up because I probably called too late

But if you could find it in your heart to forgive me that?d be great
But you probably hate me more than anyone
But I still love you son.?

And then he heard the dial tone and then his front doorbell
And his mother stood there all alone not looking very well
She said, ?I drove three hours ? didn?t make one stop
?Cause tonight your daddy passed away just before eight o?clock

?At first he talked about you like he ain?t done in years
And you might not believe this but, god, he cried real tears
He said you probably hate him more than anyone
But he still loved you son

?And he said, ?For all the love I never gave I?m sorry for that now.?
And he said, ?For all the things I didn?t say I want to say somehow.?
He said you probably hate him more than anyone
But he still loved you son.?
He still loved you son