| The tears have all been she’d now
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| We’ve said our last goodbyes
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| His soul’s been blest
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| He’s laid to rest
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| And now I feel alone
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| He was more then just my father
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| My teacher, my best friend
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| And he’ll still be heard
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| In the tunes we’ve shared
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| When I play them on my own
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| I never will forget him
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| For he made me what I am
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| Though he may be gone
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| Memories linger on
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| And I miss him, the old man
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| As a boy, he’d take me walking
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| By mountain, feild, and stream
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| And he’d show me thing
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| Not know to kids
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| A secret between him and me
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| Like the colors on a pheasant
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| As he rises in the dawn
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| Or how to fish, or make a wish
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| Beside a fairy tree
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| I never will forget him
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| For he made me what I am
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| Though he may be gone
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| Memories linger on
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| And I miss him, the old man
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| I thought he’d live forever
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| He seemed so big and strong
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| But the minutes fly
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| And the years roll by
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| For a father and a son
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| And suddenly when it happened
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| There was so much left unsaid
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| No second chance to tell him thanks
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| For everything he’d done
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| Oh, I never will forget him
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| For he made me what I am
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| Though he may be gone
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| Memories linger on
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| God I miss him, the old man |