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DAD
There's a DWedding in the chapel,
And the Gbride is oh so happy,
And DDaddy's got a shotgun in his Ahand,
The Dgroom is sweatin' bullets,
As the Gpriest steps to the pulpit,
He's aDbout to make this Aboy into a Dman.
Sweet DJesus in the Garden,
Can you Ggrant this boy a pardon,
For its Dtrue he really don't know what he's Adone,
Better Dlock the church door tight,
'Cause at the Gslightest crack of light,
That Dboy is gonna Ahit the ground and Drun,
He's gonna Arun he's gonna Dfly,
HDe's out the door and down the street,
And Emhe won't say GoodAbye,
the DDiapers and the diatribes,
Of her GDaddy on the Drum,
That boy is gonna Ahit the ground and Drun.
Was it the rubbing or the tugging,
Put a bun in Nancy's oven,
She's praying she's not starting to show,
But the wedding's set for April,
and she's known since November,
She ain't got hells chance of a ball of snow.
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What in the Lords name was he thinking,
You can't blame this all on drinking,
You can count the family teeth upon one hand,
By Midnight he was muddled,
And her gene pool is a puddle,
That boy might be the Daddy of his old man.
That boy is gonna hit the ground and run,
That boy is gonna hit the ground and run.
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