| I am dreaming, tonight, of an old southern town
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| And the best friend that I ever had
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| For I’ve grown so weary of roaming around
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| And I’m going home to my Dad
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| Your hair has turned to silver
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| And I know you’re failing too
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| Daddy, dear, oh, Daddy
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| I’m coming back to you
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| You made my childhood happy
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| But still I longed to roam
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| I’ve had my way, but now I’ll say
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| I long for you and for home
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| Dear Daddy, you shared all my sorrows and joys;
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| You tried hard to bring me up right
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| I know you’ll still be one of the boys
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| I’m starting back home tonight
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| Your hair has turned to silver
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| And I know you’re failing too
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| Daddy, dear, oh, Daddy
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| I’m coming back to you
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| You made my childhood happy
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| But still I longed to roam
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| I’ve had my way, but now I’ll say
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| I long for you and for home
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| I’ve had my way, but now I’ll say
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| I long for you and for home |