| There’s a tiny house with a little white fence at the end of Tucker Road
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| Where a baby girl and her mother lived, many years ago
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| Pretty as a Princess in thrifty nickel clothes
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| She sang this song and this is how it goes
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| Daddy, are you coming home to play with me today
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| After all the chores are done an' I’ve put my dolls away?
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| Mamma says I’m almost grown. |
| Oh, how time slips away
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| Daddy, are you coming home today?
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| Well, her mother stood beside her, as she grew up to be
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| A free livin' writer, an' a home comin' queen
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| At night, she’d talk to Jesus before she’d go to sleep
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| She sang this song and prayed, her soul to keep:
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| Daddy, are you coming home to play with me today
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| After all the chores are done an' I’ve put my dolls away?
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| Mamma says I’m almost grown. |
| Oh, how time slips away
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| Daddy, are you coming home today?
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| With a daughter of her own now beside her
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| She holds back the tears when she hears her baby say:
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| Daddy, are you coming home to play with me today
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| After all the chores are done an' I’ve put my dolls away?
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| Mamma says I’m almost grown. |
| Oh, how time slips away
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| Daddy, are you coming home today?
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| Daddy, are you coming home today?
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| Daddy, are you coming home today? |