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 have been the last of you
Would have been a shame, we hardly knew ya

Now I'm stopping by
I'm stopping by, daddy

I think the best of me is still standing in the doorway
Counting cars and counting days and counting years
And I could say you made me go through life the hard way
But might have 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 is still standing in the doorway
Whatever's left is headed south on 85
P***ing families on vacation, headed your way
They look so happy and alive and I'm stopping by, daddy