Lyrics:
Faith Hill:
Daddy take me with you
I promise I'll be good
Daddy, this is next time
And momma said I could
Sittin' in the front seat ridin' down town
wings and take to the sky
But until that morning there is nothing can harm you
With your daddy and mommy standing by
They are standing by, I know,
I'm picking up my baby tonight
Though her daddy's makin' troubles it'll be alright
I'm working hard, I don't know why
I'm like a working class dog
died by the rope down in Cherokee Bend.
Daddy didn't like what the white man said
'Bout the dirty little kid at his side
Daddy didn't like what
Johnny's daddy was taking him fishin'
When he was eight years old
A little girl came through the front gate
Holdin' a fishin' pole
His dad
There's a-nothin' can harm you
With daddy and mammy standin' by
How I've waited for this moment
To be by your side
Your best friend wrote and told me
You had teardrops in your eyes
Daddy's home your daddy's home
Daddy, I'm afraid, won't you stay a little while?
Keep me safe 'cause there's monsters right outside
Daddy, please don't go, I don't wanna be alone
get any stronger
Man, her daddy woulda killed me if he'd only known what was goin' on
Down Hannah Ford Road
Now, there ain't a time
I drive by
ain't nothin' can harm you
With daddy and mammy standin' by
One of these mornings you're gonna rise up singing
And you'll spread your wings
remembered
So many times that my memories are worn
And daddy won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County
Down by the Green River where Paradise lay
Well,
will harm you
With daddy and mommy standin' by
Summertime, and the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high
Your daddy's rich and your ma,
by the way that she accelerates
She's trying to tell me that I'm not her style
'Cause she's got daddy's money
Daddy's money
Daddy's money holds
There are 8 million stories in the naked city
Some ice cold and told without pity
About the mean streets and the guetto culture
The pimps
How I've waited for this moment
To be by your side
Your best friend wrote and told me
You had tear drops in you eyes
Daddy's home, your Daddy's home,
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Carry me home to my mama
Carry me home to my daddy
Rain falling down on me
Wind is blowing cold
I'm getting tired,
sister
Cryin' cause she doesn't have a dress
Without a patch, for the party to go
Oh, but she knows, she'll get by
She is... Livin' In The Love
to take this the wrong way
But don't you think I'm old enough
And big enough and strong enough to play
The games that daddies play
My friend Billy
How I've waited for this moment
To be by your side
Your best friend wrote and told me
You had tear drops in you eyes
Daddy's home, your Daddy's home,
wings and take to the sky
But until that morning there is nothing can harm you
With your daddy and mommy standing by
They are standing by, I know,
the conscious crap, my MAC'll push your conscious back
I do this for my culture, penny, nickels in the sofa
Mommy watching Oprah, daddy in the kitchen whipping
The left behinds of the great society
Hungry freaks, daddy
Mr. America, walk on by your supermarket dream
Mr. America, walk on by the liquor store supreme
The left behinds of the great society
HUNGRY FREAKS, DADDY!
Mr. America, walk on by your supermarket dream
Mr. America, walk on by the liquor store supreme
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