| Daddy shoulda been a preacher man
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| 'Cause everybody loved to hear him speak
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| He didn’t always follow his own advice
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| But we got a sermon every week
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| He’d say, «Trouble always starts as fun
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| And broken hearts will always mend
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| Tough times don’t last, tough people do
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| And nothing breaks if it can bend»
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| «Don't ever sell your saddle
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| Never owe another man
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| Watch where you spit on a windy day
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| Don’t use words you don’t understand»
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| «Find the Lord before you need Him
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| And never lose your pride
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| Don’t ever sell your saddle
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| 'Cause life’s a long, long ride»
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| Daddy never ran from anything
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| Always took his share of the blame
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| Had a heart big enough to fill a valley up
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| But hard enough to stop a train
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| He said, «Only fight when you have to
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| Because there’s always a faster gun
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| And you’ll know a hero from a coward
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| When you see which way they run»
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| «Don't ever sell your saddle
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| Never owe another man
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| Watch where you spit on a windy day
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| Don’t use words you don’t understand»
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| «Find the Lord before you need Him
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| And never lose your pride
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| Don’t ever sell your saddle
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| 'Cause life’s a long, long ride»
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| Daddy left me his old saddle
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| The day that he passed on
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| And these words are etched into my mind
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| Just like they were in stone
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| «Don't ever sell your saddle
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| Never owe another man
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| Watch where you spit on a windy day
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| Don’t use words you don’t understand»
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| «Find the Lord before you need Him
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| And never lose your pride
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| Don’t ever sell your saddle
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| 'Cause life’s a long, long ride
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| Don’t ever sell your saddle
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| 'Cause life’s a long, long ride» |