| My father died
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| A year ago today
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| The rooster started crowing
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| When they carried dad away
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| There beside my mother
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| In the livingroom, I stood
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| With my brother and my sister
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| Knowin' dad was gone for good
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| Then I, I hung around
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| Just long enough to lay him in the ground
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| Then I caught a plane to do a show
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| Up north in Detroit town
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| Because I’m older now and I ain’t got not time to cry
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| I got no time to look back, I got no time to see
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| The pieces of my heart
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| That have been ripped away from me
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| And if the feelings start to come in
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| I’ve learned to stop them fast
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| 'Cause I don’t know if I let em go
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| They might not wanna pass
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| And there’s just so many people
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| Tryin to get me on the phone
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| And there’s bills to pay and songs to play
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| And a house to make a home
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| I guess I’m older now and I ain’t got not time to cry
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| I can still remember before I heard of Merle
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| So many things have changed
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| So much here in my world
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| I remember sitting on the front porch
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| When an ambulance drove by
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| Just listening to those sirens
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| I would break down and cry
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| Now, I’m walkin' and I’m talkin'
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| Doin' just what I’m supposed to do
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| Working overtime to make sure
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| I don’t come unglued
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| Because I’m older now and I ain’t got not time to cry
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| I sit down on the sofa and I watch the evening news
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| There’s a half-a-dozen tragedies
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| From which to pick and choose
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| The baby that was missing
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| Was found in a ditch today
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| And there’s bombs flying
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| And people dying not so far away
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| I’ll take a beer from the fridgerator
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| And sit in the yard
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| With a cold one in my hand
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| I’m gonna bite down and swallow hard
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| Because I’m older now
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| And I ain’t got not time to cry
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| Its true
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| I’m older now
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| Just ain’t got not time to cry
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| No time to cry
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| No time to cry… |