| Dear Mom
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| Did you get the disk I sent?
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| The one with all the songs we used to sing in the car
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| Waylon, Willy, and Dolly; |
| The Eagles, Kenny Rogers, and Donna Summer
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| I hope it brings back the memories
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| Of good times we had together
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| Driving in the car at New Mexico
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| The Longest ride ever to Pennsylvania
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| Harmonizing all the way with the windows down
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| And I hope you’re proud
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| I hope you see some good
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| In all the fucked up things I did
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| All the things you never understood
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| I hope I made you proud
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| And disappointments of the past
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| Are things we left back there forever
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| And we can move on together
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| While you live the rest of your days
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| And watch your grandkids play
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| And say, «I'm proud of you!»
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| Dear Dad
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| You managed to turn your life around
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| Five separate times that you were born
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| But that’s not me just yet
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| Only twice so far but I’m working on a third
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| And I’m only half your age
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| And punk rock’s working against me
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| I’ve got five hundred more tattoos than you
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| I’ve broken 13 hundred more hearts than you
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| And as for the bottle, I say, «Call that a draw!»
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| But I hope you’re proud (I hope you’re proud)
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| I hope you see some good
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| In all the fucked up things I did
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| All the things you never understood
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| I hope I made you proud (I hope you’re proud)
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| And the disappointments of the past
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| Are things we left back there forever
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| And we can move on together
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| While you live the rest of your days
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| And watch your grandkids play
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| And say, «I'm proud of you!»
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| I almost lost my brother in a car crash late last summer
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| Don’t know what I would have done without you
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| Never would have made it half this far without you
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| And as far as the bottle you taught your little brother well
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| But I hope you’re proud (I hope you’re proud)
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| I hope you see some good
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| In all the fucked up things I did
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| All the things you never understood
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| I’m so fuckin' proud of you (I hope you’re proud)
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| And the disappointments of the past
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| Are things we left back there forever
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| And we can move on together
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| While we live the rest of out days
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| And we watch our grandkids play
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| And say, «I'm proud of you!» |