He has many names. Johnny Dan Painter, Dan Painter, Dan, Dad, Dad Dad. At one point, he was even Ha-Dad.
I personally call him Dan, but that's only because that's the name his mother gave him, and
there simply isn't a word short enough to call somebody on a regular basis to fit what I would call him otherwise. The only one that even comes close is, the dad he didn't have to be. That would be weird walking around calling him that though, wouldn't it? So with my mouth I call him Dan, but with my heart, I call him SO much more!Happy Birthday, Dan!
When a single mom goes out on a date with somebody new
It always winds up feeling more like a job interview
My momma used to wonder if she'd ever meet someone
Who wouldn't find out about me and then turn around and run
I met the man I call my dad when I was five years old
He took my mom out to a movie and for once I got to go
A few months later I remember lying there in bed
I overheard him pop the question and I prayed that she'd say yes
And then all of a sudden
Oh, it seemed so strange to me
How we went from something's missing to a family
Lookin' back all I can say
About all the things he did for me
Is I hope I'm at least half the dad
That he didn't have to be
I met the girl that's now my wife about three years ago
We had the perfect marriage but we wanted somethin' more
Now here I stand surrounded by our family and friends
Crowded 'round the nursery window as they bring the baby in
And now all of a sudden
It seemed so strange to me
How we've gone from something's missing
To a family
Lookin' through the glass I think about the manT
hat's standin' next to me
And I hope I'm at least half the dad
That he didn't have to be
Lookin' back all I can say
About all the things he did for me
Is I hope I'm at least half the dad
That he didn't have to be
Yeah, I hope I'm at least half the dad
That he didn't have to be
Because he didn't have to be
You know he didn't have to be
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