Lyrics
Daddy Was a weapons handler
Momma was always on the mend
He'd roll in drunk on Friday night
Spent our money on all his good-time friends
Still I loved my daddy
When the padre told us we would have to choose
We chose our lovin' momma
'Cause daddy was a downright bastard on the booze
Daddy Was a weapons handler
He signed on when he only sixteen
Learned a lot about TNT and how to blow his home to smithereens
Still I loved my daddy
When the padre told us we would have to choose
We chose our lovin' momma
'Cause daddy was a downright bastard on the booze
A natural born comedian
He was a charmer all the way
But you best keep a wide circle
Once poppa got his pay
The way that they would carry on
It was enough to make your skin crawl
We'd get up Sunday morning
And patch up all the fist holes in the walls
Daddy Was a weapons handler
Momma was always on the mend
He'd roll in drunk on Friday night
Spent our money on all his so-called friends
Still I loved my daddy
When the padre told us we would have to choose
We chose to stay with momma
'Cause the one thing daddy couldn't handle was the booze
Draft Lyrics
My Daddy was a Weapons Handler
Momma didn’t get to sleep much at night
He’d roll in drunk on Friday night
Spent all his pay and fixing for a fight
Still we loved our daddy
And when the Padre told us that we would have to choose
We all chose to stay with Mommy ‘cause
Daddy was no-good bastard on the booze
You never met a funnier man a charmer all the way
But you’d best keep a wide circle after he got his pay
The way they yelled on Saturday night was enough to make your skin crawl
We’d get up on Sunday morning and patch up all holes in the walls
Daddy was a weapons handler
I guess he learned a thing or two
About hand grenades and mortar shells and how to fight world war three
He sure blew up our happy home with a mean efficiency
