<p>Hey Shrinkrap (great username, but I keep reading it as Shrin - krap because you left out the “w” ) Same general idea here, a real tearjerker:</p>
<p>Crystal Shawanda Lyrics – You Can Let Go</p>
<p>Wind blowin’ on my face
Sidewalk flyin’ beneath my bike
A five year-old’s first taste
Of what freedom’s really like
He was runnin’ right beside me
His hand holdin’ on the seat
I took a deep breath and hollered
As I headed for the street</p>
<p>Chorus
You can let go now, Daddy
You can let go
Oh, I think I’m ready
To do this on my own
It’s still … it still feels … a little bit scary
But I want you to know
I’ll be ok now, Daddy
You can let go</p>
<p>I was standin’ at the altar
Between the two loves of my life
To one I’ve been a daughter
To one I soon would be a wife
When the preacher asked,
‘Who gives this woman?’
Daddy’s eyes filled up with tears
He kept holdin’ tightly to my arm
‘Till I whispered in his ear</p>
<p>(Chorus)</p>
<p>It was killin’ me to see
The strongest man I ever knew
Wastin’ away to nothin’
In that hospital room
‘You know he’s only hangin’ on for you’
That’s what the night nurse said
My voice and heart were breakin’
As I crawled up in his bed, and said</p>
<p>You can let go now, Daddy
You can let go
Your little girl is ready
To do this on my own
It’s gonna be a little bit scary
But I want you to know
I’ll be ok now, Daddy
You can let go
You can let go</p>
<p>Speaking of tear jerkers, I was listening to Guy Clark’s Randall Knife today. What a great love song to a Dad!</p>
<p>My father had a Randall knife
My mother gave it to him
When he went off to WWII
To save us all from ruin
If you’ve ever held a Randall knife
Then you know my father well
If a better blade was ever made
It was probably forged in hell</p>
<p>My father was a good man
A lawyer by his trade
And only once did I ever see
Him misuse the blade
It almost cut his thumb off
When he took it for a tool
The knife was made for darker things
And you could not bend the rules</p>
<p>He let me take it camping once
On a Boy Scout jamboree
And I broke a half an inch off
Trying to stick it in a tree
I hid it from him for a while
But the knife and he were one
He put it in his bottom drawer
Without a hard word one</p>
<p>There it slept and there it stayed
For twenty some odd years
Sort of like Excalibur
Except waiting for a tear</p>
<p>My father died when I was forty
And I couldn’t find a way to cry
Not because I didn’t love him
Not because he didn’t try
I’d cried for every lesser thing
Whiskey, pain and beauty
But he deserved a better tear
And I was not quite ready</p>
<p>So we took his ashed out to sea
And poured `em off the stern
And threw the roses in the wake
Of everything we’d learned
When we got back to the house
They asked me what I wanted
Not the lawbooks not the watch
I need the things he’s haunted</p>
<p>My hand burned for the Randall knife
There in the bottom drawer
And I found a tear for my father’s life
And all that it stood for</p>
) Same general idea here, a real tearjerker:</p>