| I need calling you right about now
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| Tell you stories of a pretty fine gal
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| Remind you of the things that your boy’s into
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| How he looks and he acts and he talks like you
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| This world’s not meant for showin' mercy
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| I got pictures of us that hurt me
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| Cause I’m squeezin' you and you’re smilin' through
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| That flash up on the wall
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| Sweet DeAnn I miss you so
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| And your words go where I go
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| For reasons I don’t know
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| But I’ll sing em' loud and slow
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| So you can hear me from the Heavens
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| And you can draw my thunder down
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| I miss havin' you around
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| But in my heart you’re always found
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| You always sat there with me
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| And you cried every time I played keen
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| You said your boy would be seen
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| By the masses someday
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| But I don’t want the stage
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| I don’t want the girls
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| I want back the days
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| You were breathin' in this world
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| Then I think about the moments
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| It’s a shame you’ll have to miss
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| My wife and I’s first kiss
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| And your baby raisin' kids
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| Sweet DeAnn I miss you so
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| And you go wherever I go
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| For reasons I don’t know
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| But I’ll sing em' loud and slow
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| So you can hear me from the Heavens
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| And you can call my thunder down
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| I miss havin' you around
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| But in my heart you’re always found
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| Sweet DeAnn I miss you so
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| And your words go where I go
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| For reasons I don’t know
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| But I’ll sing it loud and slow
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| So you can hear me from the Heavens
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| And you can call my thunder down
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| I miss havin' you around
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| But in my heart you’re always found |