| His hands turn gold leaf pages
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| Then taught me to tie my laces
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| He could build a house
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| Strong as the good lord’s prayer
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| Had two girls and never a son
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| Left his job and anyone
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| For cardboard boxes full of Sunday clothes to wear
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| Yeah, we’re all just who we are
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| The apple don’t fall far
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| Preacher’s daughter, I love my father
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| Turned wine from water in my eyes
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| Bound together, sweet surrender
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| I forever know that I’m a preacher’s daughter
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| I was the one he could not tame
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| Bound to scuff up the family name
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| And at seventeen I took off on my own
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| And like his will, I would not bend
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| I guess I got my nerve from him
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| We were made of salt
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| We were never made of stone
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| Preacher’s daughter, I love my father
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| Turned wine from water in my eyes
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| Bound together, sweet surrender
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| I forever know that I’m a preacher’s daughter
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| A preacher’s daughter
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| I took him to the brink
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| He forgave me at the kitchen sink
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| Like an altar, I laid all my burdens down
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| And the day that he passed on
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| I lost a little piece of God
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| But I see his smile in the son that I have now
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| Oh, preacher’s daughter, I love my father
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| Turned wine from water in my eyes
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| Bound together, heaven’s treasure
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| I forever know that I’m a preacher’s daughter
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| A preacher’s daughter |