| Here’s to the daddies who drive 'em big ole trucks
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| Doing what they’ve gotta do to fill their babies' bellies up
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| And here’s to the mamas who hold the fort down while they’re gone
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| Making those miles all worthwhile when they get back home
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| And here’s to the teachers who are up at the crack of dawn
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| Learning our little ones to read and write, showing them right from wrong
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| And here’s to the doctors who save the little boys and girls
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| Who you never know, might one day grow up to save the world
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| And here’s to the one who ain’t in here tonight
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| Telling jokes and blowing smoke, just looking up that neon light
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| They’re fighting fires, fighting crime, fighting for our lives
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| Lord knows they’d rather be right here
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| So here’s to all the ones out there somewhere
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| Needing a beer
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| Here’s to the farmer who was gonna come out tonight
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| But there’s hay on the ground and it’s gonna pour down and he’s running outta
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| light
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| And here’s to the banker who gave him a few more weeks
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| 'Cause he knows a man who knows that hard can’t lose no more sleep
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| And here’s to the one who ain’t in here tonight
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| Telling jokes and blowing smoke, just looking up that neon light
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| They’re fighting fires, fighting crime, fighting for our lives
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| Lord knows they’d rather be right here
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| So here’s to all the ones out there somewhere
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| Needing a beer
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| To all you unsung heroes
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| We owe you a round
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| I’ll buy one for you next time
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| And I’ll drink one for you now
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| Here’s to the one who ain’t in here tonight
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| Telling jokes and blowing smoke, just looking up that neon light
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| They’re fighting fires, fighting crime, fighting for our lives
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| Lord knows they’d rather be right here
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| So here’s to all the ones out there somewhere
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| Needing a beer |