Daddy Was a God Fearin
David Allan Coe Lyrics


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Used to go with my grandpa up to the town square
Set him down up there on a picnic bench
And he used to play checkers with them other old menup there
They used to tell stories bout when they were kids
Grandpa says he shot the Chief of Police when he was nine years old
I believe it
Cause they tell me Harlan Knetucky was the baddest place in the world
Why they say they used to sit out there on their front porch
Shoot them revenuers when they'd come down the hollow
Said they was so young took two of them boys
To hold the rifle and one to pull the trigger
Well grandpa he'd lie a little bit
But I'll tell you there's a lot of stories in Harlan County

Yeah folks in Harlan County Lord they knew that we were poor
They always called my daddy Preacher Dan
But daddy weren't no preacher least ways I don't recallect
Never hear of papa talk of nothin' but the land
Daddy was a God fearin' farmer yes he was
Could not read nor write Lord he could barely sign his name
Daddy was a God fearin' farmer all his life someday when I'm grown I'll be the same

Well he always grew tobacco though he did not smoke himself
He had the best tobacco crop around
And he never touched a drop of liquor that I can recall
Papa made his livin' on the ground
Yes Sunday go to meetin' called for more than he could stand
I guess he felt at home in his old clothes
But he never missed a Sunday takin' mama to the church
Maybe it was habit Lord but heaven only knows
Daddy was a God fearin' farmer...
[ steel - fiddle ]




Yeah folks in Harlan County Lord....
Someday when I'm grown I'll be the same someday when I'm grown I'll be the same

Overall Meaning

The song "Daddy Was a God Fearin" by David Allan Coe is a nostalgic reflection on the singer's childhood and his father, who was a respected farmer in Harlan County. The lyrics describe the singer's memories of his grandfather playing checkers with old men in town square and sharing stories of their tough childhoods. His grandfather tells the singer that he shot the Chief of Police when he was just nine years old, and that Harlan County was the most feared place in the world. While his grandfather exaggerates, there is the acknowledgement that Harlan County had a reputation for being a dangerous, lawless place.


The singer then turns his attention to his father, whom the locals called Preacher Dan even though he never spoke of religion. He was a farmer who could barely read or write, and his crops were the envy of the community. He never touched liquor and was a regular churchgoer, even if it was just out of habit. The singer admires his father's hard work and dedication to his family, and vows to follow in his footsteps and be a God-fearing farmer himself.


Overall, the song is a tribute to the hardworking, humble people of Harlan County, who despite their poverty and tough lives, found strength and solace in their faith and community.


Line by Line Meaning

Used to go with my grandpa up to the town square
I used to accompany my grandpa to the town square.


Set him down up there on a picnic bench
I would help him sit on a picnic bench.


And he used to play checkers with them other old menup there
He would play chess with other old men.


They used to tell stories bout when they were kids
They used to tell stories about their childhood.


Grandpa says he shot the Chief of Police when he was nine years old
My grandpa claims he shot the Chief of Police at the age of nine.


I believe it
I give credence to his claim.


Cause they tell me Harlan Knetucky was the baddest place in the world
It is said that Harlan Kentucky was the most dangerous place to live.


Why they say they used to sit out there on their front porch
They used to sit on their front porch.


Shoot them revenuers when they'd come down the hollow
When the revenuers would come, they would shoot at them.


Said they was so young took two of them boys
They claimed that they were so young that it took two boys to hold the rifle.


To hold the rifle and one to pull the trigger
One boy would hold the rifle and the other would pull the trigger.


Well grandpa he'd lie a little bit
My grandpa would sometimes tell white lies.


But I'll tell you there's a lot of stories in Harlan County
However, there is a great deal of storytelling in Harlan County.


Yeah folks in Harlan County Lord they knew that we were poor
The people in Harlan County were aware that we were poor.


They always called my daddy Preacher Dan
My father was always referred to as Preacher Dan.


But daddy weren't no preacher least ways I don't recallect
However, my father was not a preacher, or at least I don't remember him being one.


Never hear of papa talk of nothin' but the land
I never heard my father talk about anything but the land.


Daddy was a God fearin' farmer yes he was
My father was a God-fearing farmer.


Could not read nor write Lord he could barely sign his name
My father was illiterate and could barely write his name.


Daddy was a God fearin' farmer all his life someday when I'm grown I'll be the same
My father was a God-fearing farmer his entire life, and I aspire to be the same someday.


Well he always grew tobacco though he did not smoke himself
My father grew tobacco, but he did not smoke himself.


He had the best tobacco crop around
My father had the best tobacco crop in the area.


And he never touched a drop of liquor that I can recall
As far as I can remember, my father never drank alcohol.


Papa made his livin' on the ground
My father earned a living from farming the land.


Yes Sunday go to meetin' called for more than he could stand
Going to Sunday service was more than my father could handle.


I guess he felt at home in his old clothes
My father felt comfortable in his old clothes.


But he never missed a Sunday takin' mama to the church
Despite the difficulty, my father always made sure to take my mother to church on Sundays.


Maybe it was habit Lord but heaven only knows
Perhaps it was habit, but only heaven knows for sure.


Daddy was a God fearin' farmer...
My father was a God-fearing farmer.


[ steel - fiddle ]
Musical interlude.


Someday when I'm grown I'll be the same someday when I'm grown I'll be the same
I hope to be the same kind of person as my father when I am grown.




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Written by: D A COE

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@sylviadavila4904

Used to go with my grandpa up to the town square
Set him down up there on a picnic bench
And he used to play checkers with them other old menup there
They used to tell stories bout when they were kids
Grandpa says he shot the Chief of Police when he was nine years old
I believe it
Cause they tell me Harlan Knetucky was the baddest place in the world
Why they say they used to sit out there on their front porch
Shoot them revenuers when they'd come down the hollow
Said they was so young took two of them boys
To hold the rifle and one to pull the trigger
Well grandpa he'd lie a little bit
But I'll tell you there's a lot of stories in Harlan County

Yeah folks in Harlan County Lord they knew that we were poor
They always called my daddy Preacher Dan
But daddy weren't no preacher least ways I don't recallect
Never hear of papa talk of nothin' but the land
Daddy was a God fearin' farmer yes he was
Could not read nor write Lord he could barely sign his name
Daddy was a God fearin' farmer all his life someday when I'm grown I'll be the same

Well he always grew tobacco though he did not smoke himself
He had the best tobacco crop around
And he never touched a drop of liquor that I can recall
Papa made his livin' on the ground
Yes Sunday go to meetin' called for more than he could stand
I guess he felt at home in his old clothes
But he never missed a Sunday takin' mama to the church
Maybe it was habit Lord but heaven only knows
Daddy was a God fearin' farmer...
[ steel - fiddle ]
Yeah folks in Harlan County Lord....
Someday when I'm grown I'll be the same someday when I'm grown I'll be the same



@rosangkima3503

"Daddy Was A God Fearin' Man"







[spoken]

Used to go with my grandpa up to the town square, set him down up there
on a picnic bench and he used to play checkers with them other old men
up there. they used to tell stories bout when they were kids. grandpa
says he shot the chief of police when he was nine years old. n' i
believe him, cause they tell me that hazard, kentucky's the baldest
place in the world. why, they say they used to sit out there on there
front porch, shoot then revenuers when they'd come down the hollow. said
they was so young, took two o' them boys to hold the rifle and one to
pull the trigger, hymn! well, grandpa , he'd lie a little bit, but i'll
tell you, there's a lot of stories in harlan county.



Yea, folks in harlan county, lord, they knew that we were poor

They always called my daddy preacher dan

But daddy weren't no preacher, least ways i don't recollect

Never hear of poppa talk of nothing' but the land



And daddy was a god fearing' farmer yes he was

Could not read nor write, lord, he could barley spell his name

Daddy was a god fearing' farmer all his life

Someday when I'm grown ill be the same.



Well he always grew tobacco though he did not smoke himself

He had the best tobacco crop around

And he never touched a drop of liquor that I can recall

Papa made his living' on the ground.



Yes sunday-go-to-meeting' called for more than he could stand

I guess he felt at home in his old clothes

But he never missed a sunday taking momma to the church

Maybe it was habit, lords, but heaven only knows

Yea, folks in harlan county, lord, they knew that we were poor

They always called my daddy preacher dan

But daddy weren't no preacher, least ways I don't recollect

Never hear of grandpa talk of nothing' but the land



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@BeardedBuffManWithWhiteOakleys

Am I the only one that thinks DAC should have been one of the Highwaymen? He fucking rips.

@hjshmuel

David, Willie, Waylon and Kris used to do parties outside Austin at Bull Creek Lodges, recording parties at Moonhill... that's where "outlaw country" started. The Highwaymen were more like a memorial to those days than something new.

@johnx4181

hjshmuel

@magnehoiberg

i dont think he applied :) he would mot join if asked.... he is dave coe....

@Colinshreds69

@@hjshmuel they asked merle before waylon so idk if thats why they got together

@navajorezathlete1202

Theres no reverse cowgirl in Kentucky, you dont turn your back on family

@inquisitorialllama638

Goddamn🀣🀣

@bowlofrice8

Ayy

@DS-kp4ch

Best comment I’ve ever read😁

@didgit6495

Woah guy!!! Woah. Lol

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