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I remember Daddy's hands, folded silently in prayer |
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And reaching out to hold me, when I had a nightmare |
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You could read quite a story, in the callouses and lines |
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Years of work and worry had left their mark behind |
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I remember Daddy's hands, how they held my Mama tight |
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And patted my back, for something done right |
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There are things that I've forgotten, that I loved about the man |
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But I'll always remember the love in Daddy's hands |
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Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin' |
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Daddy's hands, were hard as steel when I'd done wrong |
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Daddy's hands, weren't always gentle |
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But I've come to understand |
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There was always love in Daddy's hands |
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I remember Daddy's hands, working 'til they bled |
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Sacrificed unselfishly, just to keep us all fed |
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If I could do things over, I'd live my life again |
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And never take for granted the love in Daddy's hands |
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Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin' |
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Daddy's hands, were hard as steel when I'd done wrong |
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Daddy's hands, weren't always gentle |
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But I've come to understand |
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There was always love in Daddy's hands |
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Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin' |
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Daddy's hands, were hard as steel when I'd done wrong |
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Daddy's hands, weren't always gentle |
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But I've come to understand |
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There was always love |
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In Daddy's hands |