| Come on Dad, let’s go down to the river
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| Can’t you hear them singing your name?
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| You’ve been laying in this bed for months now, and it’s hard to see you in pain
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| Oh, your love, you could not explain
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| And the words you chose not to say
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| I can feel you slipping away
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| There’s an old farm road that’ll lead your ghost to heaven
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| But I know you’re a little afraid
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| I wish I could still be that kid in the back of your Buick
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| Making sure you get there okay
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| Dad, we may differ in how we pray
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| But wherever you go, save me a place
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| I can feel you slipping away
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| There’s a cold, dark desk down in the corner of the basement
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| Where you worked your days away
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| I can never claim to know your story
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| But I love you just the same
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| Oh, your love, you could not explain
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| And the words you chose not to say
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| And the family you fought hard to raise
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| And the friends who celebrate your name
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| And the sickness that strangled your brain
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| And the secrets you took to your grave
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| And the feelings you kept in a cage
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| And the sorrow that came out as rage |
| I can feel you slipping away
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| Come on Dad, let’s go down to the river
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| Can’t you hear them singing your name? |