Daddy passed me his bottle of Tequila Said, "Time's running out We're gonna have to pretend it's a margarita It's the order of things, it's the way it goes Don't you look at me, girl like I'm already gone" "The day is close, it won't be long Couple of cocktails and a song And don't you let me see you cry Don't you go grieving Not before I'm gone" He had his lighter on a leash And menthols in his shirt pocket Said, "I'm going up with the smoke There's no doin' anything to stop it So take a deep breath Quit with the countdown You've always been your daddy's girl Nothing's gonna change that now" "The day is close, it won't be long Couple of cocktails and a song And don't you let me see you cry Don't you go grieving Not before I'm gone" And then he stared down at his shoes Through the pink begonia's blue Said, "Daddy, all I want is your silver belt buckle And maybe your black Stetson hat" And both of us laughed about that "The day is close, no it won't be long Couple of cocktails and a song Don't you let me see you cry Don't you go grieving Not before I die"