My Dad

My dad sitting in his chair He sits and stares all day At his flat screen TV At Christmas he got from me His fingers, they give a touch Tells me that I paid too much Sits there and watches alone Give him everything I own My dad sitting in his chair Still got hair and pride Ask him how he's feeling With an emphysema grin, he's fine Cancels doctor's appointments Says they'll only make him come back He's still got some ointment From when my sister had that rash His passion's always been golf Always pulled for the Twins Broke his back some months ago Ain't complained of a twinge My dad sitting in a chair Does a crossword there each day He's got his Chocolate Swoon And his spittoon, takes aim There's a Bible on the floor Next to the baseball box score On his dresser's a picture of His one and only grandson My dad sitting in his chair Never seen me play He gets a kick from the newspaper When he sees the family name There's a Bible on the floor Next to the baseball box score And on his dresser, pictures of His one and only grandson My dad I love