Here’s Waylon Jennings with his classic, “You’ve Got a Homely Daddy That’ll Walk the Line”.
I can’t pin that one on my dad the way I can with so many of these. This one’s all on me, I’m afraid. I was a small child, but still.
But fear not, I can still go back to the dad well at least one more time.
As with a lot of these stories, we were piled into the van. My family didn’t do Carin style zillion hours long road trips, but we did drive around a lot. My mom had a Trisha Yearwood tape that was in heavy rotation on the car stereo at the time. I was not a fan, but I was outvoted by literally everyone else so I never said much about it. Now and then I would even join in on the family “She’s In Love With The Boy” singalong because hey, why not?
Dad almost never sang along. He sang, but he did most of his singing in the kitchen. In the car he was generally a listener. But not today.
Everything was going along just fine until we reached the line that says “It wasn’t very long ago When you yourself was just a hay seed plow boy Who didn’t have a row to hoe”. There was dad, singing is heart out loud enough to be heard over Trisha, mom and a couple of little kids. “you yourself was just a hay seed plow boy, WHO DIDN’T HAVE A MOTOR HOME!”
The rest of the song went unsung. None of us had enough breath to finish it. If the windows were down, everyone around us could have heard the laughing. They likely would have also heard poor dad saying “What!? What’d I say!? over and over again until one of us finally composed ourselves enough to set the poor guy straight.