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May 23 His Hand Hold's MineHis Hand Hold's Mine
As a little girl with cotton blonde hair
I played with my Daddy upon the bed
He let me do things even though I was small
Like throw his cigerrette down the camode
Boy I thought it was something to hold fire
And flush the comode
He was not part of the family no more
As we got Older
But he was always my Dad
Whether we got to see him or not
Now and then over time
We would get a call
Daddy's coming to see us
And I would dance the charleston jig
To a Marty Robbins record
As mom would laugh at me
And once again Daddy would hold my hand
Putting us three in his ride for the weekend
Teenager now I would watch the way to his house
Telling him every nook and cranny to Alabam
Dad was funny most the time
He was mean at times
But he was always Dad Comments (1)
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