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Correct Kevin Weaver Lyrics
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Dear Mom Did you get the disk I sent? The one with all the songs we used to sing in the car Waylon, Willy, and Dolly; The Eagles, Kenny Rogers, and Donna Summer I hope it brings back the memories Of good times we had together Driving in the car at New Mexico The Longest ride ever to Pennsylvania Harmonizing all the way with the windows down And I hope you’re proud I hope you see some good In all the fucked up things I did All the things you never understood I hope I made you proud And disappointments of the past Are things we left back there forever And we can move on together While you live the rest of your days And watch your grandkids play And say, “I’m proud of you!” Dear Dad You managed to turn your life around Five separate times that you were born But that’s not me just yet Only twice so far but I’m working on a third And I’m only half your age And punk rock's working against me I’ve got five hundred more tattoos than you I’ve broken 13 hundred more hearts than you And as for the bottle, I say, “Call that a draw!” But I hope you’re proud (I hope you’re proud) I hope you see some good In all the fucked up things I did All the things you never understood I hope I made you proud (I hope you’re proud) And the disappointments of the past Are things we left back there forever And we can move on together While you live the rest of your days And watch your grandkids play And say, “I’m proud of you!” I almost lost my brother in a car crash late last summer Don’t know what I would have done without you Never would have made it half this far without you And as far as the bottle you taught your little brother well But I hope you’re proud (I hope you’re proud) I hope you see some good In all the fucked up things I did All the things you never understood I'm so fuckin' proud of you (I hope you’re proud) And the disappointments of the past Are things we left back there forever And we can move on together While we live the rest of out days And we watch our grandkids play And say, “I’m proud of you!”
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