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Looking back on when I |
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Was a little nappy headed boy |
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Then my only worry |
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Was for Christmas |
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what would be my toy |
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Even though we sometimes |
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Would not get a thing |
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We were happy with the |
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Joy the day would bring |
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Sneaking out the back door |
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To hang out with those |
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hoodlum friends of mine |
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Greeted at the back door |
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With boy thought I told |
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you not to go outside |
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Tryin' your best to bring the |
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Water to your eyes |
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Thinkin' it might stop her |
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From woopin' your behind |
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I wish those days could |
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come back once more |
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Why did those days ever have to go |
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I wish those days could |
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come back once more |
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Why did those days ever have to go |
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Cause I love them so |
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Brother says he's tellin' |
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'Bout you playin' doctor with that girl |
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Just don't tell I'll give you |
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Anything you want in |
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this whole wide world |
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Mama gives you money for Sunday school |
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You trade yours for candy |
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after church is through |
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Smokin' cigarettes and writing |
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something nasty on the wall you nasty boy |
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Teacher sends you to the |
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principal's office down the wall |
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You grow up and learn |
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that kinda thing ain't right |
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But while you were doin'it |
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it sure felt outta sight |
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I wish those days could |
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come back once more |
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Why did those days ever have to go |
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I wish those days could |
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come back once more |
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Why did those days ever have to go |
