He always called her daddy's little girl
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She was four years old
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Waiting by the door to run into his arms
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Each time that he came home
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And every night he tucked her in and read to her in bed
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When she'd fall asleep he'd close his eyes and gently bow his head
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But she was watching
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Her daddy praying
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And thought someday I wanna be like that
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She was watchin what he was saying
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And the way he bowed his head
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And though she can't recall the prayer
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She was watching
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Late one evening he was coming home from work
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He called to say he'd lost his job
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And after dinner they excused their baby girl
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She knew they had to talk
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But from inside her bedroom
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She could hear them down the hall
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They were dancing in the kitchen as momma sang his favorite
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Song
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She was watching
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As they were dancing
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And thought someday I wanna be like that
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She was watching
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Her momma singing
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As they were dancing hand in hand
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And though she can't recall the song
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She was watching
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Faith can't be taught
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It's just something that is caught along the way
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No faith is never taught
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It's just something that they catch from watching you along the way
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He always called her daddy's little girl
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But now she's twenty-three
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He walks her down the aisle to give away his world
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Oh but he can hardly speak
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And when he kisses her goodbye he tries to hold it in
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But as he turns away she pulls him close and whispers in his ear
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I was watching
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And I've been waiting
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And finally found someone just like you
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I was watching
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My whole life praying
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For God to see it through
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And as he kissed her one last time
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He said a prayer and closed his eyes
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And she was watching
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She Was Watching
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| Mark Schultz |
