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My daddy |
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So the story is told |
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Was just eight years old |
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His daddy |
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Left him and his mama |
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Standin' in the cold |
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My grandfather |
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My daddy |
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Should've hated him so |
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Ever since that day |
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My daddy |
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With no reason to show |
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Did not feel that way |
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'Bout my grandfather |
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This is a story |
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Only a thinker can tell |
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I am a thinker |
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My grandfather was one as well |
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And I felt close to him |
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And I often would boast of him |
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He, an inventor |
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Invented things |
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Taken for granted now |
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I, a writer, feel sorry |
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My grandpa can't take a bow |
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I've been wanting to visit him |
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For more than half a year |
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My grandfathe |
