Daddy passed me his bottle of tequila

Said, "times running out, we're gonna have to pretend it's a margarita

It's the order of things, it's the way it goes

Don't you look at me, girl, like I'm already gone".

The day is close, it won't be long

Couple of cocktails and a song

And don't you let me see you cry

Don't you go grieving

Not before I'm gone.

He had his lighter on a leash and menthols in his shirt pocket

Said, "I'm going up with the smoke, there's no doin' anything to stop it

So take a deep breath, quit with the countdown

You've always been your daddy's girl, nothing's gonna change that now".

The day is close, it won't be long

Couple of cocktails and a song

And don't you let me see you cry

Don't you go grieving

Not before I'm gone.

And then he started down at his shoes

Through the pink begonia's blue

Said daddy, all I wanna is your silver belt buckle

And maybe you black stetson hat

And both of us laughed about that.

The day is close, no it won't be long

Couple of cocktails and a song

Don't you let me see you cry

Don't you go grieving

Not before I die.