(Vince Gill / Dean Dillon)
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My dad was a man
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With two hard workin' hands
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He always took time out for me
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Well, I'd come home from school
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Load up that canoe
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He'd say, "What's the bet gonna be?"
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We'd float that boat down old Whippoorwill River
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Catch us a big one or two
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Well, he taught me about life
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And its simple pleasures
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And whatever else that he knew
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Then I met a girl
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With a head full of curls
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A pure and innocent heart
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Oh, I knew she was the one
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And when weekends would come
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Wild horses couldn't keep us apart
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We'd run those ponies down Whippoorwill River
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And I'd steal a sweet kiss or two
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She taught me about love
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And its simple pleasures
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And whatever else that she knew
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Well, I married that girl
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And we have a son
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And he looks like my daddy used to
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Oh, his mom and I
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Always find time
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To do things that he likes to do
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Chorus:
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Well, he loves to go fishing on Whippoorwill River
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And ride in his grandad's canoe
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We teach hima bout life
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And its simple pleasures
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And pass down a memory or two
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Yeah, he loves to go fishing on Whippoorwill River
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And catch him a big one or two
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He's learning about life
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And its simple pleasures
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And making a memory or two
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Ooh...
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Whippoorwill River
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Vince Gill |