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(David Gates/Billy Dean) |
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You were a little older than me |
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When you bought me my first beer |
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You liked my company |
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For the first time in twenty-one years |
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I've laughed about the good old days |
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And how you kicked me out of your room |
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I guess you went through a phase |
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As your body was starting to bloom |
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Now we're grown up as grow-ups can be |
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Hell, I'm six foot three |
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But you're still |
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Big Sister to me |
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When Jimmy |
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Evans broke your heart |
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It was me he answered to |
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And then Mom and |
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Dad fell apart |
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I remember leanin' on you |
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Now we have our own families |
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You know our blood runs deep |
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And you're still |
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Big Sister to me |
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There's times you got under my skin like a stubborn thorn |
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And I'm sure there were days when you wish |
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I had never been born |
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But the years have drawn us closer somehow |
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And all that's water under the bridge |
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There's just miles between us now |
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And family photos all over the fridge |
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You call me once a week |
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With some advice that |
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I don't seek |
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And if I Live to a hundred and three |
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You'll still be |
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Big Sister to me. |