| My old man
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| I’m a chip off the old block
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| My old man
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| is still living here
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| Not in flesh and bone
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| He’s never far from home
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| I’m forever walking in my daddy’s shoes
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| I’ve got his misery
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| I’ve got good company
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| I guess I’ll always be my daddy’s girl…
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| My momma sang
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| call it inspiration
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| And she’s comin' on through me
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| I can feel her now
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| Though she walks on the other side
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| To me she’s still quite alive
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| Im forever rocking in my momas arms
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| Mom had a broken heart
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| From a world just too damn hard
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| Mine breaks often cuz I’m a momma’s girl
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| You spend a lifetime saying
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| This is who I am
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| ohh
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| Then you find yourself saying something
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| You don’t understand
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| You look in the mirror
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| and there you are
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| You’re daddy’s girl
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| You spend a lifetime saying
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| This is who I am
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| ohh
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| Then you find yourself saying something
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| You don’t understand
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| You look in the mirror,
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| and there you are.
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| My old man,
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| I’m a chip off the old block
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| My old man,
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| is still living here
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| Not in flesh and bone
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| He’s never far from home
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| I’m forever walkin in my daddy’s shoes
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| I got his misery —
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| I’ve got good company
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| I guess I’ll always be my daddy’s girl
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| I guess I’ll always be my daddy’s girl
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| Daddy’s girl |