| On the top shelf in the closet in the workshop where he spent his extra time
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| Was a dusty wooden box but I had never noticed till that time
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| Then we set it on the table and carefully we opened up the top
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| And stared into the memories daddy kept inside the box
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| There was a letter from mama when
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| She went out to Reno to help her sister out in sixty two
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| And a flower from Hawaii when they went on vacation
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| It was the first time that my daddy ever flew
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| And the pocket knife I gave to him on fathers day
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| Years ago I thought it had been lost
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| We all thought his heart was made of solid rock
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| But that was long before we found the box
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| I guess we always knew it, but 'I love you' was hard for him to say
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| Some men show it easily and some just never seem to find the way
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| But that night I began to see a softer side of someone I had lost
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| I saw the love he kept inside the first time when we opened up the box
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| There was a picture that was taken
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| When he and mom were dating standin' by his 1944
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| And the faded leather Bible, he got when he was baptized
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| I guess no one understood him like the Lord
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| And the poem that he had written about his wife and children
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| The tender words he wrote were quite a shock
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| We all thought his heart was made of solid rock
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| But that was long before we found the box
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| We all thought his heart was made of solid rock
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| But that was long before we found the box |