The Rub Of Love


Dad said he wanted a boy
Held me like a bundle of joy
These days he don't even smile
Like I'm cramping his style

"Son, it's not true
Of course I love you
But the pressure thing's building again
."

Dads go AWOL
Absent without leaving
The rub of love
The rub of love

Dad's not talking at all
Everything's making him mad
I used to come running to him
Now I'm learning to crawl

"Son, get used to the cold
You'll soon have to face it alone
And please stop holding my hand
You're getting too old.
"

Heard him last night
Say, "the boy's alright
But the father thing still doesn't fit
Gotta get away for a while
Gotta find out who I am.
"

The rub of love
What was that vow you made?
The rub of love
And what about that girl you wed?
She's working double shifts to keep us fed
And that's the rub

Dad says he sorted it out
Got himself a better career
Had himself a new baby boy
Another bundle of joy

Every other week is visiting day
I get tolerated by his new wife
I swear, if he ever really held me
They'd have to pry me off with the jaws of life

The rub of love
What was that vow you made?
The rub of love
Was I too much to bear?
Dad, do you even care?
That is the rub

Recorded by Chagall Guevara.  Written by L. Nichols, D.H. Perkins, and Steve Taylor © 1991 MGA Publishing, GMMI, and Sadoshrimp (ASCAP)

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