DADDY CAME HOME DRUNK AND MEAN ONE TOO MANY TIMES|I BECAME HIS PUNCHING BAG AND I LIED ABOUT BLACK EYES|HE'D LIGHT UP A CIGARETTE AND POP ANOTHER PILL|I CAN STILL SEE THE SMOKE ON THE HILL| |MAMA TRIED TO FIGHT HIM OFF WITH ALL HER NINETY POUNDS|WHEN YOU BEEN BEAT DOWN ALL YOUR LIFE IT'S HARD TO STAND YOUR GROUND|I GRABBED A STICK OF STOVE WOOD FOR A FIRE I DID NOT BUILD|I CAN STILL SEE THE SMOKE ON THE HILL| |SOME NIGHTS I WAKE UP FROM A DREAM|I WAS LAYIN' IN SHEETS SOAKED IN KEROSENE|WHEN THE NEIGHBORS CAME TO HELP|MAMA BLAMED IT ON THE WHISKEY STILL|I CAN STILL SEE THE SMOKE ON THE HILL| |MAMA MARRIED A WIDOWED MAN AND MOVED TO COLLINWOOD|I NEVER GO BACK THERE WHERE THE OLD HOUSE STOOD|PEOPLE STILL ASK QUESTIONS AND I GUESS THEY ALWAYS WILL|I CAN STILL SEE THE SMOKE ON THE HILL| |CHORUS|