My papa had a jeep
Drove it to the river deep
When the well ran dry in summer
He worked so hard with tired feet
Sometimes he went to town so far
At night we watched for his car
When he came home beneath the star
With shoes and gum from the bazaar
He made me study every night
But I dreamed of climbing tree
My papa had an oil machine
My mama kept the mart so clean
He bought a house in the city
To chase his dream for his children
Now my success is his return
He took me to the city bright
Then sent me off to chase the light
Across the waves in morning’s sight
Now I stand here holding tight
Papa made me read and write
But I longed to take my flight
My papa had an oil machine
My mama kept the mart so clean
He bought a house in the city
To chase his dream for his children
Now my success is his return