| Mama and Daddy raised me with love and care
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| They sacrificed, so I could have a better share
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| They fed me and nursed me and sent me to school
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| Mama taught me how to sing, Daddy lived the Golden Rule
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| When I think of the children alone and afraid
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| Abandoned and wild like a fatherless child
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| I think of my Mama and how she could sing
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| Harmony with my Daddy, our laughter would ring
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| Down the highways, on the beaches
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| Just as far as memory reaches
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| I still hear Daddy singin' his old Army songs
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| We’d laugh and count horses as we drove along
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| We were young then, we were together
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| We could bear floods and fire and bad weather
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| And now that I’m older, grown up on my own
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| I still love Mama and Daddy best, my Idaho home
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| Mama grew up on the prairies of Kansas
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| She was tender and sweet
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| The dust and tornadoes blew round her
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| But they left her straight up on her feet
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| My Daddy grew up on his own, more or less
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| His Mama died when he was just eleven
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| He had seven sisters to raise him
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| But he dreamed of his Mama in heaven
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| His Daddy drank whiskey and had a sharp eye
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| He sold chicken medicine farmers would buy
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| Together they hunted the fields and the farms
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| When his daddy died, my Daddy rested in my Mama’s arms
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| Down the highways, on the beaches
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| Just as far as memory reaches
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| I still hear Daddy singin' his old Army songs
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| We’d laugh and count horses as we drove along
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| We were young then, we were together
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| We could bear floods and fire and bad weather
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| And now that I’m older, grown up on my own
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| I still love Mama and Daddy best, my Idaho home |