| He made it to every ball game
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| Unless he just had to go to work
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| He always said a man’s got to juggle his time and his money
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| And he’s got to know, what each one is worth
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| He taught me so many things
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| Even when he wasn’t trying to
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| And when I’m in a situation I can’t figure out
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| I just ask myself what would he do
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| I’m walking in my father’s shoes
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| He’s never let me down
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| That’s a lot to live up to
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| Stumbling falling
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| Tryin' to stand tall in
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| Walking in my father’s shoes
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| I’m balancing my checkbook, balancing my life
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| Chasing down a dollar, trying to buy some time
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| I jump out in the fast lane, sometimes I risk it all
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| Running myself right down to a crawl
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| Then I get up on Sunday morning
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| And get down on my knees
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| I always feel that he’s right there listening
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| Giving me direction and giving me strength
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| I’m walking in my father’s shoes
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| He’s never let me down
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| That’s a lot to live up to
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| Stumbling falling
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| Tryin' to stand tall in
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| Walking in my father’s shoes
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| Yes I’m stumbling and falling
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| Trying to stand tall in
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| Walking in my father’s shoes |