| Daddy doesn’t pray anymore
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| I guess he’s finished talkin' to the Lord
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| He used to fold his hands and bow his head down to the floor
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| But daddy doesn’t pray anymore
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| I remember even when the times were bad
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| He thanked Jesus for everything he had
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| For a good wife and three children and the food upon our plates
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| Yeah, everything was right when he said grace
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| Daddy doesn’t pray anymore
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| I guess he’s finished talkin' to the Lord
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| He used to fold his hands and bow his head down to the floor
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| But daddy doesn’t pray anymore
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| There was a time when we didn’t get along
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| 'Cause I thought I was right and he was wrong
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| Still when I laid down at night I’d hear him get down on his knees
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| And say a little prayer for me
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| Daddy doesn’t pray anymore
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| I guess he’s finished talkin' to the Lord
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| He used to fold his hands and bow his head down to the floor
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| But daddy doesn’t pray anymore
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| Today I followed daddy down to church
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| And listened to the preacher read God’s word
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| And we sang his favorite hymn but daddy didn’t make a sound
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| And this afternoon we’ll lay him in the ground
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| Daddy doesn’t pray anymore
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| I guess he’s finally walkin' with the Lord
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| He used to fold his hands and bow his head down to the floor
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| But daddy doesn’t pray anymore |