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  my papa worked
 To help to  ends meet
 To see  we would eat
 (To) keep those shoes upon  feet
 Every night my papa  take
 And tuck  in my bed
 Kiss  on my head
 After all my  were said
 
  up with him was easy
 time just flew  by
 The years began to 
 He aged and  did I
 
 I could tell
 That  wasn't well
 Papa knew and  down so did she
 So did she
 When she died
 My papa broke down  cried
 All he said was, "God, Why  take me!"
 
 Every night he sat  sleeping in his rocking chair
 He never went 
 All  she wasn't there
 
 Then one day  Papa said,
 "Son, I'm proud (of)  way you've grown
  it on your own
 I'll be  alone."
 
 Every time I kiss my 
  words ring true
 "Your children live through 
 They'll grow and leave  too"
 I  every word my papa used to say
 I live that every 
 He taught  well that way
 
 Every  my papa would take
 And tuck me  my bed
  me on my head
 After all my prayers were 
 
 Every night my papa would 
 And tuck me in my 
 Tuck me in  bed
 After all  prayers were said