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Atta Boy
To the daddy of the girl I saw this mornin'On the side of the road with her truck on a jackDidn't have to call you upWake you up, come pick her upShe fixed her own flatYou raised a girl like thatAtta boyAtta boyTo the playground kid with the busted lipTook a punch he knew his buddy couldn't takeAte a little dirt, rip in his shirtLittle blood on his capePretty brave for eightSaved the day, yeahAtta boy, atta boyWe could use a few more like youAtta boy, atta boyKeep doin' boy just what you doYou don't hear it like you used toThe stuff we cheers our beers toSo here's to you in case no one's told you, manAtta boyAtta boyAnd to the friend that took my keys that nightCalled Momma come and get meProbably kept a long leaf pineFrom wrappin' round my short box ChevyI was mad for a yearBut I'm still hereAtta boyAtta boy, atta boyWe could use a few more like youAtta boy, atta boyKeep doin' boy just what you doYou don't hear it like you used toThe stuff we cheers our beers toSo here's to you in case no one's told you, manAtta boyYou can say a lot of things and say a lot of thingsBut there ain't a lot of things that say it like a good ol'Atta boy, atta boyWe could use a few more like youAtta boy, atta boyKeep doin' boy just what you doYou don't hear it like you used toThe stuff we cheers our beers toSo here's to you in case no one's told you, manAtta boyTo that little one that looks like me, playin' in the yardDropped his ball and bat to help Momma haul in grocery bags from the carAtta boyAtta boyAtta boy
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