Written by Mary Gauthier and Crit Harmon He'd get home at 5:30, fix his drink And sit down in his chair Pick a fight with mama Complain about us kids getting in his hair At night he'd sit alone and smoke I'd see his frown behind his lighter's flame Now that same frown's in my mirror I got my daddy's blood inside my veins Fish swim Birds fly Daddies yell Mamas cry Old men Sit and think I drink Chicken TV dinner 6 minutes on defrost, 3 on high A beer to wash it down with Then another, a little whiskey on the side It's not so bad alone here It don't bother me that every night's the same I don't need another lover Hanging 'round, trying to make me change Fish swim Birds fly Lovers leave By and by Old men Sit and think I drink I know what I am But I don't give a damn Fish swim Birds fly Daddies yell Mamas cry Old men Sit and think I drink