| He was thinking back when he was a kid
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| His folks were divorced
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| His old man high on something
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| Came knocking at the door
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| His mama wouldn’t talk to him
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| She said boy dontcha let him in
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| She was cussing and pacing and wasting her life
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| On that linoleum floor
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| He took him back to his old apartment
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| Turned off the TV
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| His beautiful broken hero on the couch
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| Passed out asleep
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| And he put 'em to bed
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| With tears in his eyes
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| He said dad I love you, goodbye
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| He headed out into the night
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| Seventeen years old
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| Fired up that rusty old pickup
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| Turned his collar to the cold
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| And he headed back to mama’s place
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| Ready for his big escape
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| And he tiptoed up the stairs and left a note
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| In the cover’s fold
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| It said mom I wish I could wave a wand
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| And make you smile again
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| Bring back the man who stole your heart
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| 'Fore the demons got to him
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| If I stay here any longer
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| Something sacreds gonna die
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| He said mom I love you, goodbye
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| Took a lot of wrong turns on the road
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| Finding his life
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| By the grace of God he ended up
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| With a little boy and a wife
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| And the phone call came from his sister
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| It was that old familiar pain
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| His mother was at the doorstep
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| Of heaven’s pure white light
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| At the end of the service
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| His father came up to him
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| Clear eyed and sober now he said
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| Boy Jesus took my sins
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| And I pray someday maybe you’ll forgive me too
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| With tears in his eyes
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| He said son I love you, goodbye
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| His plane touched down in Texas
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| He pulled out his phone
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| Dialed in the number, got the machine
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| Of his old man’s home
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| He said dad we got an extra room
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| And your grandson has your eyes
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| Couldn’t say anything else
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| 'Cause he started to cry
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| And he choked out dad I love you, goodbye
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| Dad I love you, goodbye |