| Once I had a loving daddy
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| Just as good as he could be
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| But I haven’t got a daddy
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| He’s done gone away from me
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| And since he left me behind
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| Here’s what’s on my mind, I find:
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| Ain’t got nobody to grind my coffee in the morning
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| Ain’t got nobody to serve my breakfast in bed
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| My daddy went away
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| A week ago today
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| How’m I gonna find a-
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| Nother coffee grinder
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| Who could do my grinding like my sweet man could?
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| Ain’t got nobody to light my brand-new percolator
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| Ain’t got nobody to heat my oven for me
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| When my daddy was around me, he was oh, so good
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| He would haul my ashes, even chop my kindling wood
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| Ain’t got nobody who would love me like my daddy could
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| And grind the coffee for me, I say
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| Grind the coffee for me!
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| Oh, my daddy used to love me pretty, I’ll confess
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| And believe me, he was really different from the rest
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| Ain’t got no other who could really put me to a test
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| And grind the coffee for me, I say
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| Grind the coffee for me! |