| Little baby boy, sittin round his toys
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| Gettin tired of crawlin
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| He’s pullin up on an easy chair
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| He’s gonna try a little walkin
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| He’s takin steps
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| A six year old with a new school bag
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| Starin down his drive
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| Holdin on to his mama’s hand
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| He’s going on his first bus ride
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| He’s takin steps
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| A teenage boy in a rented tux
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| Reaching out a trembling hand
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| To a pretty young girl in a satin dress
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| Asking her to dance
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| Steps, some big, some small
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| Puttin one foot after the other
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| Steps, the trick to it all
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| Is diggin down to find a little courage
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| And it’s okay
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| To be afraid
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| You gotta have faith
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| Life’s all about
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| Steps
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| For 22 years she stood by a man
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| Who did her wrong
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| With a packed suitcase
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| And a greyhound ticket, she’s finally gone
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| She’s takin steps
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| At a meeting downtown, a tired old drunk
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| Stands and says his name
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| That leaves him eleven to go and he can
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| Already feel the change
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| He’s takin steps
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| Somewhere a great grandpa says
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| «i'm ready to go»
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| Peacefully drifts off to sleep
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| Wakes up on streets of gold |