| I miss my old man tonight
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| And I wish he was here with me
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| With his corny jokes and his cheap cigars
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| He could look you in the eye and sell you a car
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| That’s not an easy thing to do
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| But no one ever knew a more charming creature
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| On this earth than my old man
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| He was a pilot in the big war in the U.S. Army Air Corps
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| In a C-47 with a heavy load
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| Full of combat cargo for the Burma Road
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| And after they dropped the bomb
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| He came home and married mom
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| And not long after that
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| He was my old man
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| And oh the fights we had
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| When my brother and I got him mad
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| He’d get all boiled up and he’d start to shout
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| And I knew what was coming so I tuned him out
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| And now the old man’s gone, and I’d give all I own
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| To hear what he said when I wasn’t listening
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| To my old man
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| I miss the old man tonight
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| And I can almost see his face
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| He was always trying to watch his weight
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| And his heart only made it to fifty-eight
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| For the first time since he died
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| Late last night I cried
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| I wondered when I was gonna do that
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| For my old man |