| Daddy was a coalminer
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| He worked the pits all day
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| In Rock Springs, Wyoming
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| It was meant to be a stop for a day, became his home nothing
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| More I can say
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| Daddy was a part time farmer
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| He worked the field for pay
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| But he’d rather have new shoes for them horses
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| But late one day, them horses run away
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| Shouldn’t have put the shoes on that way
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| Too bad for daddy
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| Such a shame he took it all
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| So me and mom took the high road
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| But it’s not like we had a choice at all
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| Daddy was a guitar player
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| He’d play that joint all night
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| Out back in the shack the six-string was his demon
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| Maybe one day I could run away, join my dad in a band to play
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| Now it’s just me and mom here
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| We sit alone all night
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| But if you listen close you can hear my daddy playing
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| It was meant to be a stop for a day, left us here, now he’s on his way
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| Too bad for daddy
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| Such a shame he took it all
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| So me and mom, we took the high road
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| But it’s not like we had a choice at all
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| Just to bad for daddy
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| It’s such a shame he took it all
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| So me and mom took the high road
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| But it’s not like we had a choice at all |