(John Greenebaum/Troy Seals/Eddie Setser)
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Still the same old neighborhood like many years ago
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Houses sit in white picket frames like Rockwells in a row
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I've always been a rebel son but daddy didn't mind
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He wanted me to chase my dreams the way he did one time
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Now he's on the front porch as I get out of my car
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And as my father's eyes meet mine there's one wish in my heart
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I'm wishin' my daddy was forty again
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He would be young and I would be ten
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We would go fishin' throw an old ball around
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Wash his truck go into town
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We can never go back to the way it was then
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Just for today I wish he was forty again
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Now we'll sit and talk for hour of life out on the road
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What I've seen and where I've been and journeys left to go
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Mama looks at both of us "you're like two kids I swear"
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Then the stories turn to laughter before the leaving turns to tears
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I'm wishing my daddy was forty again
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Hw would be young and I would be ten
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We would go fishin' throw an old ball around
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Wash his old truck go into town
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We could never go back to the way it was then
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Just for today I wish he was forty again
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Oh,and just for today I wish he was forty again
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Forty Again
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John Berry |