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My Father's Son
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Peak #122
Peak in subgenre #19
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Tommy Brandt
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Tommy Brandt Livingston
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May 10, 2012
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MP3 3.9 MB, 160 kbps, 3:25
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There’s an old brick house on Highway thirty nine Might as well be Memory Lane as I go by The old swing set still setting on the side I got on Christmas day when I was five Chorus I remember how my Daddy smiled that morning And how proud I was be my Father’s son Memories like that’ll last a lifetime I thank God for each and every one Verse II At the Oak Hill Baptist church one Easter Sunday As the preacher gave the altar call once more Daddy held my hand and we walked down the isle We said that sinner’s prayer and Mamma cried Repeat Chorus I got the call one late September morning I could hear the worry in my Mamma’s voice As we stood by Daddy’s bed tears hit the floor Daddy reassured us, he’d be with the Lord Repeat Chorus
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