| It’s got an old chair that’s got no seat
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| Cracked snowshoes and warped wooden skis
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| Hardcover books, pages all turned brown
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| Dad has a reason for everything he keeps around
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| So if you need something when times get hard
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| You can probably find it in my dad’s yard
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| And if you need hope, if you’re coming apart
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| You can surely find it in my dad’s heart
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| You never really know just what might be in store
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| If you go in the barn and open the boxes on the second floor
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| 'Cause underneath the paper crumpled up in balls
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| You might find a gem or you might find nothing at all
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| And that’s the fun of it, it’s that mystery
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| And all these things burying other people’s history
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| You can look at this stuff and wonder where it’s been
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| Or you can pick it up and you can use it again
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| So if you need something when times get hard
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| You can probably find it in my dad’s yard
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| And if you need hope, if you’re coming apart
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| You can surely find it in my dad’s heart
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| He can see the beauty beneath the dust and the grime
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| He can see potential where the rest of us are blind
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| He will polish the grey until it shines clear blue
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| And if you know my dad, well, he won’t give up on you
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| So if you need something when times get hard
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| You can probably find it in my dad’s yard
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| And if you need love, if you’re coming apart
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| You can surely find it in my dad’s heart |