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I wasnG't much more than a baby, I thought he was a bear,
The Way my Daddy carried me aDround.
They said I learned to walk
While holding on to just one finger,
On the hand of a man that's standin' six foot, Gthree.
Not old enough to understand the meaning of depression:.
Just somethin' people talk about a Dlot.
My Daddy wasn't one to try to make no big impression,
Just one heck of a man that worked for what he'd Ggot.
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They don't make 'em like my CDaddy any more.
Guess they've Gthrown away the pattern through the Dyears.
And in the great big land of freedom,
I know that we really need 'em:
They don't make 'em like my Daddy any Gmore.
From the Johnson County court house
To the hills of West Virginia,
My Daddy worked down in them dark cold Dmines.
Education didn't count so much as what you had for mem'u
Like the will to live an' a dream of better Gtimes.
Daddy never took a hand out; we ate pinto beans and bacon,
But he worked to keep the wolf back from the dDoor.
And it only proves one thing to me,
When folks start bellyaching:
They don't make 'em like my Daddy any Gmore.
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