| I never once
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| backed down from a puch
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| well i take it square on the chin
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| and i found out fast a bully’s just that
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| you’ve got to stand up to him
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| So i didn’t cry
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| when i got a black eye
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| as bad as it hurt i just grinned
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| but when tought little boys grow up to be dads
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| they turn into big babies again
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| Scared me to death
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| when you took your first steps
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| well i’d fall every time you fell down
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| and your first day of school I cried like a fool
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| and I followed your school bus to town
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| well I never cried when old yeller died
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| at least not in front of my friends
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| but when tough little boys grow up to be dads
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| they turn into big babies again
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| how one little girl with little blonde curls
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| can totally terrify me If you were to ask my wife would just laugh
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| she say an old harm about men
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| how when tough little boys grow up to be dads
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| they turn into big babies again
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| I know one day I’ll give you away
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| and I’m gonna stand there and smile
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| but when I get home and I’m all alone
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| well I’ll sit in your room for a while
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| Well I never cried when old yeller died
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| atleast not in front of my friends
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| but when tough little boys grow up to be dads
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| they turn into big babies again |