Текст песни Secondhand Smoke - Vince Gill

Secondhand Smoke

I watched my daddy smoking cigarettes
Nicotine and whiskey always on his breath
He kept a fresh pack open right beside his bed
"Son, them things'll kill ya," is what that doctor said

We'd go fishing, trying catch 'em all
I'd hear mama bitching, "You smell like an old pool hall"
She'd throw my clothes in the washing machine
And cuss my daddy and scrub the hell right out of me

Well, the love he showed, the jokes he told
Found a way to seep into my soul
And I pray every day I'll find a way
To pass it on to these children of my own
A little secondhand smoke

Thinking they'd hurt me never crossed his mind
He was right there with me, not the running kind
He played it real cool when we disagreed
Well, man, we were old-school, my old man and me

Well, ain't life funny how the world goes 'round
You make all of that money, they still put you in the ground
Man, I'd love to see him and watch him burn one down
He's smoking up in Heaven with those angels now

Well, the love he showed, the jokes he told
Found a way to seep into my soul
And I pray every day I'll find a way
To pass it on to these children of my own
A little secondhand smoke

A little secondhand smoke