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My daddy's knuckles were always bloody |
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From workin on our hand me down cars |
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He'd tell me son the only way to get ahead |
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Is work your fingers to the bone |
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Gave him the finger and I walked away |
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I wouldn't listen to a thing he'd say |
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And now that he's not here, I want him to know |
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I knew he worked his fingers to the bone |
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My momma always knew of my indiscretions |
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But she always had an ear for me |
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She'd take me to the church and make me listen |
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Pray to God on a bended knee |
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I said I hate you and I walked away |
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I wouldn't listen to a thing she'd say |
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One day I turned around and she was gone |
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I knew she worked her fingers to the bone |
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Last night I read my son a bedtime story |
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And he looked up at me |
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He told me daddy you know I love you |
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Daddy please don't leave |
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But there will come a day he |
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ll walk away |
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And he won't listen to a word I say |
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Then one day he'll wake up, and he'll know |
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His daddy worked his fingers to the bone |
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His daddy worked his fingers to the bone |
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His momma worked her fingers to the bone |
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All we tried to do is give you a home |
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Yeah nobody tried to steer you wrong |
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Cause everybody works their fingers to the bone |
