A Drunkard's Child - Hank Snow

My father is a drunkard,

My mother, she is dead;

And I am just an orphan child,

No place to lay my head;

All thru this world I wander,

They drive me from their door,

Some day I’ll find a welcome

On Heaven’s golden shore.

Now if to me you’ll listen,

I’ll tell my story sad;

How drinking rum and gambling

Hell Has stole away my dad;

My mother is in heaven,

Where God and the angels smile;

And now I know she’s watching

Her lonely orphan child.

We all were once so happy,

And had a happy home;

Till dad, he went to drinking rum,

And then he gambled some;

He left my darling mother,

She died of a broken heart;

And as I tell my story,

I see your tear-drops start.

Don’t weep for me and mother,

Altho' I know 'tis said;

But try to get someone to cheer

And save my poor lonely dad;

«I'm awful cold and hungry,»

She closed her eyes and sighed;

Then those who heard her story,

Knew the orphan child has died.