Spent my youth throwing rocks at your window
Praying that you'd come outside
All my life all I did was complain about the fact that nothing turned out right
But you helped me tame my mind
But you were always down for the ride
I ain't got no sugar, baby
But I'll be your daddy, baby
'Til the road runs out
I ain't got no money, momma
Give you my honey, momma
'Til the sun burns out
'Til it all goes up in flames
'Til the good Lord calls your name
Pining you's a past time
Thinking about the last time
Wooden boxes full of letters, full of words where I tried to make it come out right
But you lie between the lines
But you are what I hear in the quiet
I ain't got no sugar, baby
But I'll be your daddy, baby
'Til the road runs out
I ain't got no money, momma
Give you my honey, momma
'Til the sun burns out
'Til it all goes up in flames
'Til the good Lord calls your name
'Til all of this sounds the same
'Til the good Lord calls your name
I'm ready to fly
Hold steady for life
If you'll let me inside
Come get me anytime
I ain't got no sugar, baby
But I'll be your dadd, baby
'Til the road runs out