| He always called her daddy’s little girl
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| She was four years old
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| Waiting by the door to run into his arms
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| Each time that he came home
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| And every night he tucked her in and read to her in bed
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| When she’d fall asleep he’d close his eyes and gently bow his head
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| But she was watching
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| Her daddy praying
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| And thought someday I wanna be like that
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| She was watchin what he was saying
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| And the way he bowed his head
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| And though she can’t recall the prayer
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| She was watching
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| Late one evening he was coming home from work
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| He called to say he’d lost his job
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| And after dinner they excused their baby girl
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| She knew they had to talk
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| But from inside her bedroom
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| She could hear them down the hall
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| They were dancing in the kitchen as momma sang his favorite song
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| She was watching
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| As they were dancing
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| And thought someday I wanna be like that
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| She was watching
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| Her momma singing
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| As they were dancing hand in hand
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| And though she can’t recall the song
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| She was watching
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| Faith can’t be taught
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| It’s just something that is caught along the way
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| No faith is never taught
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| It’s just something that they catch from watching you along the
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| Way
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| He always called her daddy’s little girl
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| But now she’s twenty-three
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| He walks her down the aisle to give away his world
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| Oh but he can hardly speak
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| And when he kisses her goodbye he tries to hold it in
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| But as he turns away she pulls him close and whispers in his ear
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| I was watching
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| And I’ve been waiting
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| And finally found someone just like you
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| I was watching
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| My whole life praying
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| For God to see it through
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| And as he kissed her one last time
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| He said a prayer and closed his eyes
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| And she was watching |