| My daddy worked at the foundry Monday through Friday
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| Come Saturday night he was the leader of the band
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| He played all the dances down at the BFW
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| And why he never hit it big I couldn’t understand
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| He said someday you’ll grow up and have to make your choices
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| Just like your Mama and I have had to do
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| And that check that comes on Friday helps Mama feed the family
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| And singing on the weekend, that feeds me to
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| But I’ve got my duty and I’ve got my dream
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| And either one’s as easy or as hard as it might seem
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| Someday you’ll understand exactly what it means
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| To be caught between your duty and your dream
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| I don’t have to tell you I grew up and moved to Nashville
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| Monday through Sunday I’m the leader of the band
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| And I’ve got my family sometimes I leave behind me
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| I travel round the country and play the one night stand
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| Sometimes I wish I was more like my daddy
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| And worked down at the foundry and came home every night
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| But I made my choices and I carry 'em with me
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| Just like the pictures of my children and my wife |
| I’ve got my duty and I’ve got my dream
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| And either one’s as easy or as hard as it might seem
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| And he always said that I would know just what it means
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| To be caught between your duty and your dream
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| Sometimes my Mama and my Daddy come to see me
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| Sitting on the front row they’re so proud
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| I wonder if they’ll ever know just how much they have taught me
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| They led me to the place I’m standing now
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| I’ve got my duty and he’s got his dream
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| And either one’s as easy or as hard as it might seem
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| Every father’s son exactly what I mean
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| Caught between your duty and your dream
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| Caught between your duty and your dream |