| My memories of my brothers and me
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| Make me marvel at the way the years went by
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| Here we are, how’d we ever get this far?
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| I wonder how, and I wonder why
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| Then I recall what these boys often saw
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| When we would stop to look in Mom and Daddy’s door
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| They’d bow their heads while they knelt beside their bed
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| And we could hear them lift our names before the Lord
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| Mama prayed and Jesus stood beside us
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| Dady prayed and the devil had to run
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| God looked down, and His angels guarded through the harder days
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| 'Cause Mama prayed and Daddy prayed
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| Now the boys are grown raising boys of their own
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| In a world a little darker than before
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| But the prayers go on every night and every dawn
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| 'Cause they still bow and lift our names before the Lord
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| Mama prays and Jesus stands beside us
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| Daddy prays and the devil has to run
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| God looks down and His angels guard us through the harder days
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| 'Cause Mama prays and Daddy prays
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| Mama prays and Jesus stands beside me
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| Daddy prays and the devil has to run
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| God looks down and His angels guard me through the harder days
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| 'Cause Mama prays and Daddy prays
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| And Jesus stands beside me
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| Mama prays and the devil has to run
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| God looks down and His angels guard me through the harder days
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| 'Cause Mama prays and Daddy prays
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| Mama prays
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| And Daddy prays
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| Mama prays |