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He wore starched white shirts buttoned at the neck |
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He'd sit in the shade and watch the chickens peck |
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And his teeth were gone but what the heck |
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I thought that he walked on water |
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He said he was a cowboy when he was young |
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He could handle a rope and he was good with a gun |
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And my momma's daddy was his oldest son |
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And I thought that he walked on water |
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If the story is told only heaven knows |
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But his hat seemed to me like an old halo |
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And though his wings, they were never seen |
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I thought that he walked on water |
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He tied a cord to the end of a mop |
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Said, "Son, here's a pony, keep her at a trot" |
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And I'd ride in circles while he laughed a lot |
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Then I'd flop down beside him |
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He was ninety years old in ' 63 |
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And I loved him and he loved me |
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And Lord I cried the day he died |
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'Cause I thought that he walked on water |
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If the story is told only heaven knows |
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But his hat seemed to me like an old halo |
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And though his wings, they were never seen |
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I thought that he walked on water |
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Yeah, I thought that he walked on water |
