For the next few years, dad was sick as a dog
But he made a recovery just to spite the odds
The settlement came and we moved out of town
Where the sky isn’t heavy with refinery clouds
Yeah, he’s still alive, he’s doing good, he’s in his 50s
But the money’s running out and he’s pinching for pennies
So I’m going for broke with every song I play
‘Cause now it’s my turn to keep the wolves away