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Lookin’ back on | when I, | was a little | nappy headed | boy | | | |
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Then my only | worry, | was for Christmas | what would be my | toy | | | |
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Even though we | sometimes, | would not get a | thing |
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We were happy | with the, | joy the day would br | ing |
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Sneakin’ out the | back door, to | hang out with those | hoodlum friends of | mine | | | |
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Greeted at the | back door, with boy | thought I told you | not to go out | side | | | |
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Tryin’ your best to | bring the | water to your | eyes |
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Thinkin’ it might | stop her from | whoopin’ your be | hind |
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I wish those | days, c | ould, | come back once | more |
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Why did those | days | e | ver have to | go |
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I wish those | days, | could, | come back once | more |
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Why did those | days | e | ver have to | go, cause I loved ‘em so |
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Brother said he’s | tellin, | ’bout you playin’ | doctor with that | girl | | | |
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Just don’t tell and I’ll | give you, | anything you | want in this whole | wide world | | | |
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Mama gives you | money, | for Sunday s | chool |
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You trade yours for | candy, | after church is | through |
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Smokin’ ciga | rettes and | writin’ somethin’ | nasty on the | wall | (you nasty boy) | | |
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Teacher sends you | to the | principal’s | office down the | hall | | | |
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You grow up and | learn that | kind of thing ain’t | right |
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But while you were do | in’ it, it | sure felt outta | sight |
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I wish those | days, c | ould, | come back once | more |
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Why did those | days | e | ver have to | go |
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I wish those | days, | could, | come back once | more |
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Why did those | days | e | ver have to | go, cause I loved ‘em so |