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That phone starts ringing, you're on the 75
Four hours into a ten hour drive
Dad says, 'son, when you going home again?'
I said, 'the schedule changes just like the weather
Got a good woman to hold it all together'
And he said, 'I know, I've been where you've been
But just remember when you get that chance again.
Hold her tight in the middle of the night
When you get home, you go outside
Teach that little boy how to hold that bat
Let your baby girls braid your hair
Load 'em up and take 'em somewhere
I promise you, son, you'll be wanting those days back
But when they gone, they gone, they ain't coming 'round no more
The things you didn't make time for'.
Well, it hit me like a brick and I ain't forgot
He was always gone more times than not
Now I think I finally understand
Just hearing him saying those words
I can hear his regret, I could feel the hurt
And I just thought that's what it takes to be a man
I know I've said I can't when I know I can.
Hold her tight in the middle of the night
When I get home, go outside
Teach that little boy how to hold that bat
Let my baby girls braid my hair
Load 'em up and take 'em somewhere
I know one day I'll be wanting those days back
'cause when they gone, they gone, they ain't coming 'round no more
The things you didn't make time for.
Hold her tight in the middle of the night
When you get home, you go outside
Teach that little boy how to hold that bat
Let your baby girls braid your hair
Load 'em up and take 'em somewhere
'cause one day, you won't ever know when you can't get it back
Yeah, when they gone, they gone, they ain't coming 'round no more
The things you didn't make time for.
Maybe make a little time for
The things you didn't make time for.
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