Daddy was never the typeTo sit on the porch with a shotgun
When guys would come around
Well, maybe he should have been
But don't you worry, Daddy
He didn't hurt me that bad
Daddy was never the one
Who said to stay away
When a boy was bad news
Daddy was the first with the wandering hands
But don't you worry, Daddy
You didn't hurt me that bad
Daddy was the one
Who taught me how to pick 'em
The ones that have the power
To break you and use you
But don't you worry, Daddy
It didn't hurt me that bad
Daddy wasn't there
To walk me down the aisle
To the man I found
To trust with my heart
And don't you worry, Daddy
He doesn't hurt me that bad
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