I can tell him his toy gun won't kill Indians
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And the towel around his neck don't make him strong
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I can tell him there's no Easter bunny
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But I don't know how to tell him that you're gone
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He still looks for you every morning he's cried every night we've been alone
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I can tell him there's no real Santa but I don't know how to tell him that you're gone
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[ steel ]
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I can tell him his broomstick's not a pony
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And wearin' daddy's boots don't make him grown
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I can tell him there's no to ferry
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But I don't know how to tell him that you're gone
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Cause he still looks for you...
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I don't know how to tell him that you're gone
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I Don't Know How To Tell Him
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| Wanda Jackson |
