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There's a story that my daddy tells religiously |
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Like clockwork everytime he see's an opening |
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In a conversation 'bout the way things use to be |
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I just roll my eyes and make a B-line for the door |
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I'd always end up starry eyes and cross legged on the floor |
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Hangin onto every word, man the things I heard |
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It was harder times and longer days |
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Five miles to school uphill both ways |
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We were cane switched raised and dirt floor poor |
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Course that was back before the war |
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Yeah your uncle and I made quit a pair |
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Flyin F-15's through hostile air |
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He went down but they missed me by a hair |
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He'd always stop right there and say |
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That's something to be proud of |
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That's a life you can hang your hat on |
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As your chins held high as the tears fall down |
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Gut sucked in, chest stuck out |
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Like a small town flag a flyin' |
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Or a new born baby cryin' |
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In the arms of the woman that you love |
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That's something to be proud of |
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Son graduatin' college, that was mommas dream |
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And I was on my way to anywhere else when I turned eighteen |
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That's when I got a fast car and think you got everything |
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I learned real quick those GTO's don't run on faith |
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I ended up broke down in some town north of L.A |
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Working maximum hours for minimum wage |
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I fell in love next thing I know |
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Babies came and the car got sold |
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Sure do miss that old hot rod |
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But you sure save gas in them foreign jobs |
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Dad I wonder if I ever let you down |
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If you're ashamed how I turned out |
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Well he lowered his voice, then he raised his brow |
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Said, "Let me tell you right now" |
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That's something to be proud of |
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That's a life you can hang your hat on |
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No need to make a million just be thankful to be workin' |
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If you're doin' what you're able |
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Puttin' food there on the table |
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And providing for the family that you love |
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That's something to be proud of |
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And before you ever really do is the best you can |
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Well you did it man |
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That's something to be proud of |
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That's a life you can hang your hat on |
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As your chin held high as the tears fall down |
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Gut sucked in, chest stuck out |
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Like a small town flag a flyin' |
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Or a new born baby cryin' |
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In the arms of the woman that you love |
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That's something to be proud of |
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That's something to be proud of |
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That's something to be proud of |
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That's something to be proud of |
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Now it's something to be proud of |