Stopping By Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit

Driving to a baseball game on a Friday afternoon
Hotter than hell in Atlanta, Georgia
I guess it's been fifteen years since I came through here
Probably should have called to warn you

But I'm stopping by
I'm stopping by, Daddy

How did your life turn out?
Do you ever think about a teenage girl in Chattanooga?
You ever tell your folks the truth?
That might've been the last of you
Would've been a shame, we hardly knew ya

Now I'm stopping by
I'm stopping by, Daddy

I think the best of me is still standing in the doorway
Counting cars and counting days and counting years
I could say you made me go through life the hard way
But it might've been worse if you were here

Looking through a picture book
There's one I think my mama took
You couldn't have been much over twenty
Shirtless in your cutoff jeans
You hand a lollipop to me
I probably asked where you got the money