Oh, yes!
(Am)He has all the (Em)an swers.
(D7)He’s gon na set me (B)straight.
(Am)How can he pre sume to know what (G)I’ve been through?
He has n’t (C)got a clue.
But how could (Bm7)an y one, un (Am)less they’ve (C)had a son?
As (C)per fect as a child could be,
the (Gm)best of all the best in me,
my (F)brush with im mor tal i (Gm)ty,
my (C)kid.
For six teen (C)win ters and fif teen springs, I had a (Gm)son, and still it stings
when (F)I re mem ber (Bb)all the things we (Gm7)did,
me
(C)kid.
(F)Sim ple things like (Bb)fish ing at the (Fmaj7)lake,
(F)tip toe ing (Am)out be fore (Bb)dawn.
(Gm)Bob by would (C)wor ry if (Gm)we did n’t (C)hur ry, (Bbm)all of the (C7)fish would be (F)gone.
(F)We would sit and (Bb)hud dle in the (Fmaj7)boat,
(F)wait ing for (Am)some thing to (Bb)bite,
and (Gm)I’d watch the (C)sun rise in my (Am)own son’s (Dm)eyes.
And the (Eb)world would (Bb)fill up with (C7)light.
And I con (G)fess
I did n’t (Am7)al ways have the an swers, I (G)did n’t al ways know which way was (C)true.
Nev er the (Em)less, I’ve (G)al ways tried to (B7)lead with (Em)love.
That’s (Am7)all that an y fa ther (D)can (G)do.
(F)As the years went (Bb)by, we had our (Fmaj7)dif f’renc es.
(F)E ven if the (F)friend ship was n’t (Bb)what it was be (C)fore, we shared a (Gm)lot,
and who’d have (Gm7)thought that so much joy could (Eb)van ish in a blink?
Who (C7)ev er stops to think?
And (C)in that fi nal mo ment (C)who knows what went wrong?
The (Gm7)ques tions come too late and (C)lin ger far too (B7)long.
And I con (Em)fess
I don’t (Am7)al ways have the an swers, (G)I don’t al ways know which way is (C)true.
Nev er the (Em)less, I’ve (G)al ways tried to (B7)lead with (Em)love.
That’s (Am7)all that an y (C)fa ther can (C)do.
This (C)boy comes to (D)me, this (G)fa ther less (C)child.
I scoff at his (D)pain and I (G)send him a way!
My (Eb)daugh ter speaks (F)up and (Bb)I shout her (Eb)down, I won’t hear a (F)word of what (Bb)she has to say!
My (F)wife reach es (G)out and (C)I turn my (F)back.
I send her to (G)bed with out (C)e ven a kiss!
Can (Bb)my God for give the (Eb)things I have done while (Cm)I’ve tried for get ting how (Cm)much I’m still miss ing my (Dm)son?
I’m (Gm7)tired of feel ing noth ing but (Cm)numb.
(Gm7)May be the time has (Ebmaj7)come to (Bb)fi nal ly (Cm7)let the world in.
But how do I be (C)gin?
(F)Give me strength and (G)may be (Am)then
I can reach my (G)fel low (Em7)men (F)so we all may (G)rise a (Am)gain.
I con (C)fess
I don’t (Dm7)al ways have the an swers, (C)I don’t al ways know which way is (F)true.
Nev er the (Am)less, I’ve (C)al ways tried to (E7)lead with (Am)love.
That’s (F)all that an y fath er can (C)do.
This page shows “I Confess” by Dean Pitchford in our color-coded kid songbook view — every note is colored by pitch (red C, orange D, yellow E, green F, blue G, purple A, pink B) and the lyrics sit directly under each note, so children can sing along while they play. The song is in the key of E at 110 BPM, a comfortable easy-level arrangement perfect for first-time learners.