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Front porch light would be turned on

And I was always gone too long

Curfew was at 10pm

And I'd sneak in trying not to wake him when I got

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Daddy always said "Son, you're half a bubble off'a plumb

Head-strong and stubborn", and maybe I was

And I couldn't wait to leave

Last place in the world I wanted to be was

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Now I'm flying down that old dirt road

But it seems these wheels are spinning slow

I'd never left that way if I'd have only known

He's gone, so here I am

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I sat in my car and cried

Wished to God he was still alive

Inside, mama wiped my tears

She said, He would have been so happy that you're here at

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Then I thought about my life

And about my kids and about my wife

And about how time just flies no matter what you do

And every soccer game I have missed

And every time I fight when I could forgive

And how I just can't let it come to this When I get

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Now I'm flying down that old dirt road

But it seems these wheels are spinning slow

And it's taken me a while but now I finally know

Everything that matters most is at

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