| To my first pony, Cherry Pie,
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| From the little girl you taught to fly,
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| To the sun.
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| To Mrs. Thorton, from third grade,
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| I remember all the times you’d stay,
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| Till Daddy picked me up.
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| CHORUS:
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| Oh, did you ever know?
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| Did I ever tell you so?
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| I hope you understand,
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| You have so much to do with who I am.
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| To my older brother, Wes,
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| I worshiped everything you did and said.
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| I hope it didn’t bother you.
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| To Grandma Melva and Grandpa Lin,
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| What I’d give just to be five, again,
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| Singin' in your living room.
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| Repeat CHORUS
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| Arkansas summer wind,
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| To feelings that never end,
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| To anyone who called me «friend».
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| All the blessings from above,
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| To Mama’s kiss and Daddy’s hug,
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| I didn’t say it near enough-
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| Thank you for who I am!
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| Repeat CHORUS
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| To my first pony, Cherry Pie,
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| From the little girl you taught to fly. |