Daughters Greg Brown

One is long and one is short
One is thin and one is stout
In the morning when they wake
Only one's breakfast can I make

One dances and knows
How many squares hopscotch ought to have
One goes wah, wah, wah, wah, wah
Wah, wah, wah, wah, ha ha, wah wah

One won't eat anything much
I guess she lives on air and sun and noodles
One's beginnin' to learn that the milk is over there
Inside of that shirt beneath the blue eyes of the woman I love

[Chorus:]
I'm a man who's rich in daughters
And if by some wild chance I get rich in money
Like say another two thou a year or even one thou a year
I'm gonna look in to havin' some more daughters

When my daughter who is tall now was not so tall
One night we were drivin' home in the truck and I was sad
Because I was busted and disgusted
And she looked out the window and said, "Dad, the moon is comin' home
With us."
She said, "Dad, the moon is comin' home with us."