| Once I had a loving daddy
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| Just as sweet as he could be
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| But my ever-loving daddy
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| He’s a-gone from me!
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| And since he left me behind
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| Here’s what’s on my mind, I find;
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| Ain’t got nobody to grind my coffee in the morning
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| Ain’t got nobody to serve my breakfast in bed!
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| My daddy went away
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| A week ago today;
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| How am I gonna find a-nother coffee grinder
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| To do my grindin' like my sweet man could do?
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| Ain’t got nobody to light my brand new percolator
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| Ain’t got nobody to heat my oven duly!
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| When my daddy would love me, he was oh so good
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| He could even haul my ashes, he would chop my kindlin' wood!
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| Ain’t got nobody to love me like before
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| And do my grinding for me!
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| My daddy used to love me pretty, I’ll confess;
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| Believe me, he could do it different from the rest!
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| Ain’t got nobody who could put me to a test
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| And do my grinding for me, I say
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| And do my grinding for me! |