Well I drove into town last Sunday
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With one thing on my mind
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Get my kid and get on the road
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Leave the past behind
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We were married five long years
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Sometimes it don't work out
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But try explaining that to a child
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When he asks you what it's all about
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He'll say, why can't mommy and daddy live together
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Why can't mommy and daddy get along
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Why can't friends and family stick together
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If everybody's right, then who's wrong
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We named our boy Dylan
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Just like Zimmerman
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And tried to raise him as best we could
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Our folks would understand
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But Mary ran off late in May
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With some guy from a band
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And for eighteen months I raised my son
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With my own two hands
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Then she turned up with some lawyer
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He had a paper from the court
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Dylan had to go and live with her
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I paid child support
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Now we're driving down the highway
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Just me and my boy at my side
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And as he's staring out the window
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He hangs his head and sighs
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He says, why can't mommy and daddy live together
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Why can't mommy and daddy get along
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Why can't friends and family stick together
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If everybody's right, then who's wrong
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Dylan
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| Cletis Carr |
