| I was watching cartoons on a Saturday morning
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| And I heard daddy start the truck
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| I come running from the house and waved him down
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| Cause he was making a run to the dump
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| We watched the Bears and licked ice cream cones
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| And take a little walk around
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| I’ll never forget what my daddy said
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| The day we pulled that bike from the ground
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| He said one man’s trash
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| Is another man’s gold
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| If it’s thrown away
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| It’s free to take
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| A little oil should be good to go
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| So I rode that bicycle home
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| Thumbs up, daddy honking on the horn
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| I got my first job working on a dairy farm
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| Driving tractor and bailing hay
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| I’d have to circle around
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| A bog in the ground
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| Beside an old Mustang 68
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| One evening I asked that farmer
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| Why that car was just wasting away
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| Said you can have it for free
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| It don’t mean nothin' to me
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| And I couldn’t help but think
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| One man’s trash
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| Is another man’s gold
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| What someone will throw away
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| Is a crying shame
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| So I towed that Mustang home
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| Til she could be restored
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| And I got the engine to roar
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| And boy did that engine roar
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| It was an awkward blind date
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| We met at a park
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| She had her little girl tagging along
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| A Beautiful smile hadn’t been out in a while
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| She was a hard working single mom
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| In time I learned he’d left her
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| He said I’m just way too young
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| To be having a kid, I’m not ready for this
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| If you keep it I’m good as gone
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| He never looked back
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| As she watched him go
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| She stood there crying in the rain
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| Til one January day she had a beautiful baby girl
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| Tonight I took her in and read her stories
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| And hold her mama while the sun set low
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| My two arms full
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| Of this man’s gold
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| What someone will throw away
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| Is a crying shame
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| Those girls make our house a home
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| Yeah my cup overflows
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| With this man’s gold
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| This man’s gold |