| I learned how to write it, when I first started school
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| Some bully didn’t like it, said it didn’t sound too cool
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| So I had to hit him, and all I said when the blood came
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| It’s my last name
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| Grandpa took it off to Europe, to fight the Germans in the war
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| It came back on some dog tags, nobody wears no more
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| It’s written on a headstone, in the field where he was slain
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| It’s my last name
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| Passed down from generations, too far back to trace
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| I can see all my relations, when I look into my face
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| May never make it famous, but I’ll never bring it shame
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| It’s my last name
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| Daddy always told me, far back as I recall
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| Son you’re part of something, you represent us all
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| So keep it how you got it, as solid as it came
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| It’s my last name
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| Repeat Chorus
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| So darlin if you’re wonderin, why I’ve got you here tonight
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| I wanna be your husband, I want you to be my wife
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| Ain’t got much to give you, but what I’ve got means everything
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| It’s my last name
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| I learned how to write it, when I first started school |