And my daddy says I should always remember
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My story
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’cause there will come a time
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When all the folks back home will die
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And that one day I will sit my children down
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And tell them every story there is to tell
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About the folks back home
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How they knew everything
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There was to know about me
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And I’ll look at them and hope that
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One day I could say the same
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