Spent my youth throwing rocks at your window Praying that you'd come outside All my life all I did was complain about the fact that nothing turned out right But you helped me tame my mind But you were always down for the ride I ain't got no sugar, baby But I'll be your daddy, baby 'Til the road runs out I ain't got no money, momma Give you my honey, momma 'Til the sun burns out 'Til it all goes up in flames 'Til the good Lord calls your name Pining you's a past time Thinking about the last time Wooden boxes full of letters, full of words where I tried to make it come out right But you lie between the lines But you are what I hear in the quiet I ain't got no sugar, baby But I'll be your daddy, baby 'Til the road runs out I ain't got no money, momma Give you my honey, momma 'Til the sun burns out 'Til it all goes up in flames 'Til the good Lord calls your name 'Til all of this sounds the same 'Til the good Lord calls your name I'm ready to fly Hold steady for life If you'll let me inside Come get me anytime I ain't got no sugar, baby But I'll be your dadd, baby 'Til the road runs out