Not much help, but I do remember the song. I think it's called The Man Who Comes Around.

". . . and when papa comes home, the man goes away. . ."

and winds up with the "narrator" (fairly obviously an observant young boy) saying that when he grows up, he wants to be "the man who comes around." Almost talked rather than sung, like a slow talking blues. I heard it in the early Sixties when a folksinger from New York, Lionel Kilberg, came through Seattle and spent a few weeks here. A friend of mine named Mike Lieb learned it from him and he used to do it. Last I heard, Mike was a disk jockey at a small radio station in southwest Washington State. I'll see if I can get in touch with him.

Good song. Funny, in a mild-manner, slightly raunchy sort of way.

Don Firth