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Oh, Daddy
Daddy
Oh, Daddy, where did you go?
Your little girl’s calling
Is anyone home?
Daddy
Oh, Daddy, where did you go?
Your little girl’s calling
But you’re not at home
The thunder is quaking
And the lightning’s so bright
Your little girl’s shaking
Quivering from fright
The rain, it’s pouring
Echoing and loud
Your little girl’s frightened,
Can’t make a sound
Daddy
Oh, Daddy, where did you go?
Your little girl’s calling
But you’re not at home
The night is so black
And the dreams are so bad
Your little girl needs holding
But Momma’s too sad
The shadows are shifting
And monsters start showing
Your little girl, she’s crying
As the nightmares keep growing
Daddy
Oh, Daddy, where did you go?
Your little girl’s calling
But you’re not at home
Daddy
Oh, Daddy, where did you go?
She may not be so little
But she’s still calling, you know
All those things she once feared
That you once chased away,
Have come back to haunt her
Since you went away
Daddy
Oh, Daddy, why can’t you see?
Once more I’m calling
Though I’m the grown-up me
Those nights stretched out
And the terrors grew
How I survived them
I never knew
It must have been God
That’s who I remember
Holding me tight on
The twenty-ninth of December
Daddy, oh Daddy
I must say goodbye
The pain is too great
But someday I’ll try
To forgive what you’ve done
But Daddy, oh Daddy
This Dolly is broken
Shatter quite badly
Daddy
Oh Daddy, where did you go?
Your Dolly is calling
But you’re not at home…
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