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's 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 momma 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. A picture on another page. I recognize my eyes have aged. I'd been alone for quite a while then. Trying to get a match to burn. Waiting on a latch to turn. I still have difficulty smiling. But I'm stopping by. I'm stopping by, Daddy. I think the best of me's still standing in the doorway. Whatever's left is headed south on 85. Pa**ing families on vacation headed your way. They look so happy and alive, and I'm stopping by, Daddy.