| Wake up Dee Dee is what he would say
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| Then walk out my door and go start his day
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| The road so lonesome and the field so alone
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| To him it felt like his home
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| He called his wife mama
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| He called his kids babies
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| He called us from the phone to tell us
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| That he may be a little bit late
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| Maybe two or three days
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| But the work from the field it still pays
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| We’re all gonna meet him someday
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| And oh how we’re gonna play
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| With our guitars in tune in his big music room
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| With angels singing to every tune
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| Oh but until that day know
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| Daddy’s at home
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| We’re all gonna meet him someday
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| And oh how we’re gonna play
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| With our guitars in tune in his big music room
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| With angels singing to every tune
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| Oh but until that day know
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| Daddy’s at home |