| In a vine covered shack in the mountains
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| Bravely fighting the battle of time
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| Is a dear one who’s weathered my sorrows
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| 'Tis that silver haired daddy of mine
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| If I could recall all the heartaches
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| Dear old daddy, I’ve caused you to bear
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| If I could erase those lines from your face
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| And bring back the gold to your hair
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| If God would but grant me the power
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| Just to turn back the pages of time
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| I’d give all I own if I could but atone
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| To that silver haired daddy of mine
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| Oh, I know it’s too late, dear old daddy
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| To repay all those sorrows and cares
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| Though dear mother is waiting in heaven
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| Just to comfort and solace you there
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| If I could recall all the heartaches
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| Dear old daddy, I’ve caused you to bear
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| If I could erase those lines from your face
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| And bring back the gold to your hair
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| If God would but grant me the power
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| Just to turn back the pages of time
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| I’d give all I own if I could but atone
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| To that silver haired daddy of mine
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| I’d give all I own if I could but atone
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| To that silver haired daddy of mine |