Theres an empty chair
At the head of the table
I know who used to sit there
A man so strong and able

They called him Dean
They called him a good man 
Who never made enough
Who never owned his own land
They said he loved his family
Through the good times 
And the bad
This man they called him Dean
But I only knew him as Dad

Theres an empty recliner
In the corner of the room 
I can still smell 
The smoke of a cigarette 
In the air its sweet perfume 
I can hear his music playing low
God you know what you're doing
But did he really have to go 

They called him Dean
They called him a good man 
Who never made enough
Who never owned his own land
They said he loved his family
Through the good times 
And the bad
This man they called him Dean
But I only knew him as Dad