| My dad was a man
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| With two hard workin' hands
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| He always took time out for me
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| Well, I’d come home from school
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| Load up that canoe
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| He’d say, «What's the bet gonna be?»
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| We’d float that boat down old Whippoorwill River
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| Catch us a big one or two
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| Well, he taught me about life
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| And its simple pleasures
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| And whatever else that he knew
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| Then I met a girl
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| With a head full of curls
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| A pure and innocent heart
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| Oh, I knew she was the one
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| And when weekends would come
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| Wild horses couldn’t keep us apart
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| We’d run those ponies down Whippoorwill River
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| And I’d steal a sweet kiss or two
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| She taught me about love
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| And its simple pleasures
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| And whatever else that she knew
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| Well, I married that girl
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| And we have a song
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| And he looks like my daddy used to
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| Oh, his mom and I
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| Always find time
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| To do things that he likes to do
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| Well, he loves to go fishing on Whippoorwill River
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| And ride in his grandad’s canoe
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| We teach hima bout life
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| And its simple pleasures
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| And pass down a memory or two
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| Yeah, he loves to go fishing on Whippoorwill River
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| And catch him a big one or two
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| He’s learning about life
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| And its simple pleasures
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| And making a memory or two
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| Ooh |