It was six in the morning
When I made the county line
There's someone I've got to talk to
I can't get it off my mind
He is just a kid, and
He's in a pretty rough spot
Two dimes to make a phone call
And that's about all I've got

How's my boy today
I know it's been three weeks
But you know how far I've got to go
These days to make ends meet
And how's your momma now
And her new live-in friend
Oh, how I hate the wounds
That never seem to mend

He said, "I don't call him daddy
Though he takes care of things
When you pick me up on Friday
Are you gonna bring me anything
Oh, don't worry, dad, you know
No matter what we do
I don't call him daddy
He'll never be like you."

God bless the little hearts
They're the ones who really pay
When mom and dad can't get along
And they go their seperate ways
In a way I'm glad there's someone there
To fill the empty space
Tears of understanding
Streak down a dirty face

(Repeat chorus)

He is quite a little man
Growing up as fast as he can
And I don't get to see him
Half as much as I had planned
There's so much I need to tell him
So precious little time
A little rain on the window
In a little way, goodbye

(Repeat chorus)