| Daddy doesn’t pray no more
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| I guess he’s finished talking to the Lord
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| He used to fold his hands and bow his head down to the floor
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| But Daddy doesn’t pray anymore
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| I remember even when the times were bad
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| He thanked Jesus for everything he had
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| A good wife and three children and the food upon his plate
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| Yeah everything was right when he said grace
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| Daddy doesn’t pray anymore
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| I guess he’s finished talking to the Lord
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| He used to fold his hands and bow his head down to the floor
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| But Daddy doesn’t pray anymore
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| There was a time when daddy didn’t get along
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| And I thought I was right and he was wrong
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| So when i lay down night I’d hear him get down on his knees
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| And say a little prayer for me
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| Daddy doesn’t pray anymore
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| I guess he’s finished talking to the Lord
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| He used to fold his hands and bow his head down to the floor
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| But Daddy doesn’t pray anymore
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| Today I followed Daddy down to the church
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| And listened to the preacher read God’s word
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| We sang his favorite hymns and Daddy didn’t make a sound
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| That afternoon we laid him in the ground
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| Daddy doesn’t pray anymore
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| I guess he’s finished talking to the Lord
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| He used to fold his hands and bow his head down to the floor
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| But Daddy doesn’t pray anymore |