| Growing up I never knew why daddy was so depressed
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| He always paid his interest but he never got out of debt
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| If I saw him now I guess I’d feel real old
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| I’d hand him my baby girl and I’d play some rock and roll
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| Cos Daddy, daddy was a real good dancer
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| That’s what everybody’d say
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| Daddy, daddy was a real good dancer
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| Until he had me and then he threw his dancin' shoes away
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| I got a photograph of daddy but that don’t mean he was here
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| Lost behind a mustache and a tank top and a beer
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| I guess I’d get that way too when nothing no one says is true
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| We’re dancin' to a distant beat
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| I’d call 'em daddy’s happy feet
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| Cos Daddy, daddy was a real good dancer
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| That’s what everybody’d say
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| Daddy, daddy was a real good dancer
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| Until he had me and then he threw his dancin' shoes away
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| When they finally lay my cold and creaky bones to rest
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| I hope I’m not a mystery to those who knew me best
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| But if all my eulogies are all corny fantasies
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| Just put on my favorite groove
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| Cos that’s what we would always do for
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| Daddy, daddy was a real good dancer
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| That’s what everybody’d say
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| Daddy, daddy was a real good dancer
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| Until he had me and then he threw his dancin' shoes away |