| I came home with a skinned-up knee
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| There were tears on my cheeks and a beat up bike
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| Momma held me and said, «What's this?
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| With a Band Aid and a kiss it’ll be alright»
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| And later on when Daddy got home
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| I wanted to show him my battle wound
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| And I told the truth
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| I said,
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| «Dad, I got sixteen stitches
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| And it sure itches and burns a lot.
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| The backyard was attacked by Injuns
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| And, man thank goodness I fought 'em off
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| Just be glad that you had a strong man like me
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| To do what I did
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| I got sixteen stitches
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| But one life to live
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| Playing catch, me and Dad one December
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| And I still remember like it was yesterday
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| I went long and Dad threw a pass
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| And he slipped in the grass by the driveway
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| Lying there with ice on his bruise
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| I looked up at him and said Dad what’d you do
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| And he told the truth
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| He said
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| Son, I got sixteen stitches
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| And it sure itches and burns a lot
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| The Super Bowl it was fourth-and-inches
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| And thank goodness you caught the ball
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| Just be glad that you had a strong man like me
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| To do what I did
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| I got sixteen stitches
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| But one life to live
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| Before you know it all the years gone by
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| And I’m looking like a man, feeling like a child
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| And kneeling here by my daddy’s bedside wiping off my eyes
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| I say
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| Dad, I got sixteen stitches
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| And it sure itches and burns a lot
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| Our hearts' breaking all to pieces
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| I wish you were here to make it stop
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| I’m just glad that I had a strong man like you
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| To do what you did
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| We got sixteen stitches
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| But only one life to live |