| Second day of third grade, Three Oaks Elementary
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| She sat in the first row, I was all the way across the room
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| It might as well have been the far side of the moon
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| I had to get her attention, she wouldn’t look at me
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| I waited for the bell to ring, and when we went outside for recess
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| I put a cricket down the backside of her dress
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| Had to take a note home, Mama spanked my butt
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| Daddy hugged me, «Son, that’s part of growing up»
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| You live and learn to give and take
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| When to use your strength
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| And when you need a gentle touch
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| Sometimes it takes patience
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| Sometimes a greater store of love
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| You learn it growing up
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| Andy was my best friend, all the way through high school
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| We couldn’t wait for Friday night
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| We’d chip in change for gas in his car and roam
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| One night I was grounded so he went out on his own
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| Two o’clock in the morning, I’d just gotten to sleep
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| Mama took the call and woke me
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| «That was Andy’s Daddy on the phone»
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| Andy missed that hairpin curve on Levee Road
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| Andy loved to run hard, he never buckled up
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| Mama held me when I cried growing up
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| You live and learn to give and take
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| When to pray for strength
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| When understanding’s not enough
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| Look life in the eye
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| Even when the road gets rough
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| It’s not easy growing up
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| I can’t forget the day she called me home from work
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| The pains were getting closer
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| She said, «Hon, don’t panic, but it’s time to go»
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| We named him «Andy"for a friend I used to know
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| It hit me just this morning, I dropped him off at school
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| No great revelation
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| I bowed my head and thanked the Lord for all I’ve got
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| Little league and family picnics in the park
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| Both our folks are doing well, the circle’s filling out
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| I treasure every moment; |
| I’m still growing up
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| You live and learn to give and take
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| Always try to do your best
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| And hope that it’s enough
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| If you don’t lose the faith
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| You’ll always find the love
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| It’s all part of growing up |