Rachel Sedacca

Lyrics

Daddy's been a sailor all his life,
had a big dog, had some kids and a wife.
But you know things don't always go the way we plan,
now he's living at our house and he's Momma's biggest fan.

Even though we come from a different family tree,
Eight years under the bridge, Daddy it's your destiny.
Sometimes I think I's born the wrong place in time,
If that were true, Daddy, you wouldn't have been mine.

My Daddy's hands,
give me shelter from the storm
My Daddy's hands,
always ready to give more.
My Daddy's hands,
pick me up when I'm feelin low,
My Daddy's hands,
await to rock my baby slow....

You give me support and inspiration I needed,
Now my laundry's been washed, Daddy, my garden's been weeded.
Building my nest where I raise my only son,
Down on Sisar creek under the Ojai Valley sun!

My Daddy's hands,
give me shelter from the storm
My Daddy's hands,
always ready to give more.
My Daddy's hands,
pick me up when I'm, feeling low,
My Daddy's hands,
await to rock my baby slow....