| It was six in the morning
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| When I made the county line
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| There’s someone I got to talk to
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| I can’t get it off my mind
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| He’s just a kid
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| And he’s in a pretty rough spot
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| Two dimes to make a phone call
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| That’s about all I’ve got
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| How’s my boy today?
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| I know it’s been three weeks
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| But you know how far I’ve got to go
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| To make those loose ends meet
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| How’s your mama now
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| With her new live-in friend
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| Oh, how I hate the wounds
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| That never seem to mend
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| And he says I don’t call him daddy
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| But he takes care of things
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| When you pick me up on Friday
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| Are you gonna bring me anything?
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| Oh, don’t worry dad, ya know
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| It don’t matter what we do
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| I don’t call him daddy
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| He could never be like you
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| Never be like you
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| God bless their little hearts
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| They’re the ones who really pay
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| When mom and dad can’t get along
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| And go their separate ways
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| In a way I’m glad there’s someone
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| There to fill the empty place
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| Tears of understanding
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| Streak down a dirty face
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| And he says I don’t call him daddy
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| But he takes care of things
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| When you pick me up on Friday
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| Are you gonna bring me anything?
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| Oh, don’t worry dad, ya know
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| It don’t matter what we do
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| I don’t call him daddy
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| He could never be like you
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| Never be like you, be like you
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| Be like you
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| He is quite a little man
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| Growing up as fast as he can
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| And I don’t get to see him
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| Half as much as I had planned
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| There’s so much I need to tell him
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| So precious little time
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| A little rain on the window
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| In a little wave goodbye
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| And he says I don’t call him daddy
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| But he takes care of things
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| When you pick me up on Friday
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| Are you gonna bring me anything?
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| Oh, don’t worry dad, ya know
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| It don’t matter what we do
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| I don’t call him daddy
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| He could never be like you
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| Never be like you
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| I don’t call him daddy
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| But he takes care of things
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| When you pick me up on Friday
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| Are you gonna bring me anything?
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| Oh, don’t worry dad, ya know
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| It don’t matter what we do
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| I don’t call him daddy
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| He could never be like you
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| Never be like you |