| When I was young, my Dad would say
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| Come on Son let’s go out and play
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| Sometimes it seems like yesterday
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| And I’d climb up the closet shelf
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| When I was all by my-self
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| Grab his hat and fix the brim
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| Pretending I was him
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| No matter how hard I try
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| No matter how many tears I cry
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| No matter how many years go by
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| I still can’t say good-bye
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| He always took care of Mom and me
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| We all cut down a Christmas tree
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| He always had some time for me
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| Wind blows through the trees
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| Street lights, they still shine bright
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| Most things are the same
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| But I miss my Dad to-night
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| I walked by a Salvation Army store Saw a hat like my
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| Daddy wore
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| Tried it on when I walked in
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| Still trying to be like him
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| No matter how hard I try
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| No matter how many years go by
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| No matter how many tears I cry
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| I still can’t say good-bye |