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Daddy's Eyes
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Loving daughter listens to dad's remorse of his own lifetime.
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Stephanie Raymond solo artist working on her first CD. Great music, great vocals, modern lyrics.
I was born and raised in Michigan and began writing music and playing guitar as a freshman in high school. Now, as a freshman in college, I am working on the release of my first album with producer Chip Stead and my father, Rod Raymond.
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Genre
Country • Alternative Country
Charts
Peak #572
Peak in subgenre #26
Author
Stephanie Raymond/Chip Stead
Rights
2008
Uploaded
February 29, 2008
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MP3 4.1 MB • 128 kbps • 4:30
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I could sit and talk for hours, of all his past times. Before he had his kids, before he had his wives. I'd listen to of all of his old games, and the bad things he did. How the whole world has changed, since he was just a kid. And my grandpa would yell him to his bed. He wonders if grandpa really meant, the things he said…to him. And he tries to hold back tears from me. But when I look at him that's not all that I see… In my daddy's eyes, In my daddy's eyes. In his eyes there aren't just tears, there's stories. And when he cries there aren't just years, there's memories. And as one more drop rolls down his face, it's another time, another place Inside…. Of my daddy's eyes. Before I was a little baby, before my big brother was too. Back when a family was a maybe, but first he had other things to do. Like a high-school band in the make, A camping trip by the lake, with his friends, oh back when. Now he only sees his mistakes since he's grown so wise, He says that's no the path for you to take, with your young eyes…to me. And he tries to hold back tears from me. But when I look at him that's not all that I see… In my daddy's eyes, In my daddy's eyes, In my daddy’s eyes, In his eyes there aren't just tears, there's stories. And when he cries there aren't just years, there's memories. And as one more drop rolls down his face, it's another time, another place Inside…. Of my daddy's eyes. Oh, I could sit and talk for hours…..
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