Daddys Little Girl

One cloudy night my dad grabbed that bottle of beer
I was his baby and i just wanted him to be near.
I was a quarter after four that he got up and walked out that door
I was just a kid at the age of two
I cried for my dad like any other kid would do.
I wanted to be with him but i knew it was to late
I knew deep down inside that death would then be his fate.
I've cried until there were no more tears left to shed
I can no longer pretend he is still here, because he is dead.