| For the longest time, I guess I thought
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| He didn’t give a damn
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| Hard to read, hard to please
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| Yeah, that was my old man
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| On the day I left for college
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| It was nothing new
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| We never had that heart-to-heart
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| He had too much to do
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| He checked the air in my tires
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| The belts and all the spark plug wires
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| Said, «When the hell’s the last time
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| You had this oil changed?»
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| And as I pulled out the drive
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| He said, «Be sure and call your mom sometime»
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| And I didn’t hear it then but I hear it now
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| He was saying, «I love you»
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| The only way he knew how
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| 120,000 miles
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| Six years down the road
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| A brand new life and a brand new wife
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| We’d just bought our first home
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| When he finally came to visit
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| I thought he’d be so proud
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| He never said he liked the place
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| He just got his tool belt out
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| And put new locks on the doors
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| Went back and forth to the hardware store
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| Said, «Come and hold this flashlight»
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| As he crawled beneath the sink
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| And these old wires ain’t up to code
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| And that circuit box is gonna overload
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| And I didn’t hear it then but I hear it now
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| He was saying, «I love you»
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| The only way he knew how
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| Last Sunday, we all gathered
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| For his 65th birthday
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| And I knew he’d stiffen up
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| But I hugged him anyway
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| When it was finally time to say goodbye
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| I knew what was next
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| Just like he always does
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| Right before we left
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| He checked the air in my tires
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| The belts and all the spark plug wires
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| Said, «When the hell’s the last time
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| You had this oil changed?»
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| And as I pulled out the drive
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| He said, «Be sure and call your mom sometime»
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| And I didn’t hear it then but I hear it now
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| He was saying, «I love you»
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| He was saying, «I love you»
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| The only way he knew how |