Twenty Years Ago
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I was at that smartass time of my life
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Where I'd pick a fight, just to pick a fight
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If he said, black, I said white
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If he took one side, I took the other side
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The dinner table we sat around
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Was more like a battleground
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And I lost more times than I won
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I woulda learned later on
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that he was always preaching about his past
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I just kept screaming Come on, Dad
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That was twenty years ago
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You don't know me at all
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Trying to talk to you is like talking to the wall
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Yeah, you gave me my life, but it's my life to live
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Maybe I don't wanna live it like you did
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Twenty years ago
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He was built with blue collar sweat and blood
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Squared jaw and a crew cut
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A purple heart, a Viet Vet
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He'd tell you every chance he'd get
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Always running down my rock and roll
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My friends, my hair, my clothes
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But one night it got out of control
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And right there we came to blows
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And that was just enough to get me gone
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I couldn't wait to prove him wrong
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Twenty years ago struck out on my own
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Couldn't tell me nothing that I didn't already know
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Later I was on my way to what the hell did I care
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My old man and his grey hair thought about the road I chose
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Twenty years ago
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Well, I left as fast as the leaves fell that Autumn
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I never looked back and I never once called him
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But every time I talked to Mama
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I wondered if he was there, or if he even cared
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I figured I walked out on him and the course of our love had run
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Momma said, no,no, you listen to me, Son
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He's a stubborn man and he won't give in
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He believes what he believes, well, you're just like him
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Well, I could tell by her voice there was something wrong
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She broke down and said he ain't got long
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So I caught the next plane home
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Thought about all the years gone
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Had my pride that I let so much time go by
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I ran up those stairs and stood by his bed
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And I cried
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Twenty years ago thought I knew it all
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But trying to talk to me was like talking to a wall
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I thought I was a man acting like I did
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But all I want right now is just to be your kid
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Just before my Dad gave up the ghost
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He took my hand and said
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Son, let it go, that was twenty years ago
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Twenty years ago
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Twenty Years Ago
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| Montgomery Gentry |
