Sometimes in my memories of yesterday
I remember Papa before his hair started turning gray
He’d come in from the fields, tired and worn completely out
But he didn’t know what giving up was all about
We came through the hard times, didn’t we Papa
Worn out shoes upon our feet, just enough to eat
We had it rough, didn’t we Papa
Now even in the hard times we held on to our dreams
Of something more than cotton fields and second hand blue jeans
But then one night my Papa died and left those dreams to me
And Lord, somehow you made life what Papa thought it would be
We finally made it, didn’t we Papa
See the fine clothes we’re wearing
A new car we’re driving
We finally made it, didn’t we Papa
Sometimes old memories make me sad
But I remember Papa and the faith in God he had
And even with my velvet clothes and all my insert rings
I can’t help but think, he’s so much better of than me
You finally made it, didn’t you Papa
Just sitting around the throne now
Golden streets to walk upon now
You finally made it, didn’t you Papa
You finally made it, didn’t you Papa
You finally made it, didn’t you Papa
You finally made it, didn’t you Papa
No more working from sunup to sundown
You finally made it, didn’t you Papa
You finally made it, didn’t you Papa
You finally made it, didn’t you Papa