| My dad sitting in his chair
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| He sits and stares all day
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| At his flat screen TV
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| At Christmas he got from me
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| His fingers, they give a touch
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| Tells me that I paid too much
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| Sits there and watches alone
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| Give him everything I own
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| My dad sitting in his chair
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| Still got hair and pride
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| Ask him how he’s feeling
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| With an emphysema grin, he’s fine
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| Cancels doctor’s appointments
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| Says they’ll only make him come back
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| He’s still got some anointment
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| From when my sister had that rash
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| His passion’s always been golf
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| Always pulled for the Twins
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| Broke his back some months ago
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| Ain’t' complained of a twinge
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| My dad sitting in a chair
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| Does a crossword there each day
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| He’s got his Chocolate Swoon
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| And his spitoon, takes aim
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| There’s a Bible on the floor
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| Next to the baseball box score
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| On his dresser’s a picture of
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| His one and only grandson
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| My dad sitting in his chair
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| Never seen me play
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| He gets a kick from the newspaper
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| When he sees the family name
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| There’s a Bible on the floor
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| Next to the baseball box score
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| And on his dresser, pictures of
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| His one and only grandson
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| My dad I love |