On the day that he was born, a proud dad took him home
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Wrapped in dreams that reached to the sky
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Said "You're the only one I'll ever call son
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And I'll call you son because you shine"
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By the time he turned 18
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He'd been everything
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a leader in church and in school
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Yeah, the old man had been blessed
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Because on every list the boy was
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Voted the "Most likely to"
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Chorus
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Now there's a monkey on his back
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And it's leavin it's tracks
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On arms that were once muscle bound
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Yeah the old man sits on his front porch everday
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Watching his son going down
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Watching his son going down
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Nine years old, shootin basketball goals
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Now his goals just aren't the same
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But when you've got to get high, just to survive
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scoring's still the name of the game
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From a pepsi and a Baby Ruth
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To pills and 90 proof
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And his coke is not the carbinated kind
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Cause the old mans not forgotten
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His only begotten
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He says "I just call you son now
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Bacause your mine"
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repeat chorus
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Yeah the horse he rode away
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Didn't live on oats and hay
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But still he rode that horse into the ground
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Now the old man stands with flowers all round
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Watchin his son going down
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Watchin his son going down
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Watching His Son Go Down
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Jeff Bates |