| I remember waiting' by the curb with Mr. Murphy
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| When daddy picked me up from school his eyes were red
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| We drove to the hospital in a hurry
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| Where my family gathered round my Grandpa’s bed
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| He was my best friend
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| He taught me how to fish
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| And I cried listening to my daddy pray
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| For one of those I’ve loved along the way
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| She had a ribbon in her hair the day I met her
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| That whole next year we couldn’t get enough
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| And after graduation she took off for Denver
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| And for a while we both tried to keep in touch
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| She was my best friend
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| And it broke my heart
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| But I don’t regret the day that she became
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| One of those I’ve loved along the way
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| And I hope they know
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| I never would made it this far on my own
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| Where would we all be without those
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| Fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers
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| The friends I’ve made, the long lost lovers
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| I wouldn’t be who I am today
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| If not for those I’ve loved along the way
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| Along the way
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| Now I’m just a country boy with a guitar
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| Looking' back down this old road I’ve been traveling' on
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| It was never about trying' to be some big star
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| For me it’s always been about these songs
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| You see they’re my best friends
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| They’re the life I live
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| And I hope they put a smile on the face
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| Of those that I’ve loved along the way
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| Because I wouldn’t be the man I am today
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| If not for those I’ve loved along the way
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| Along the way
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| Along the way |