| There’s got to be some folks around
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| With memories just like mine
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| Who’d give the world to stop the clock
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| And turn back the hands of time
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| To an evenin' spent like so many spent
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| With mom and dad at home
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| When dad would get the old guitar down
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| And sing a family song
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| Sing a family song, sing a family song
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| When mom and me sang harmony, little sister, she hummed along
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| Sing a family song, oh, sing a family song
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| When dad would get the old guitar down and sing a family song
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| Now maybe at first your memories of home
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| Won’t resemble mine at all
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| But there’s one thing I know we all have in common
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| And that’s the God given gift to recall
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| Maybe your dad didn’t play no guitar
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| But I know that there was somethin' he did
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| That doesn’t make your old heart just well up and sad
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| When you relive your life as a kid
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| Sing a family song, oh, sing a family song
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| When mom and me sang harmony, little sister hummed along
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| Sing a family song, oh, sing a family song
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| When dad would get the old guitar down and we’d sing a family song
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| When dad would get the old guitar down and sing a family song |